SCREECH!

The car sped around a corner.

This is insane, Maggie thought.

She sat in the backseat, her eyes vacillating between Dedrus and Kinzer.

The nauseating scent of pine from a tree air freshener hanging around the rearview mirror filled her nostrils.

She couldn't believe all that she'd just experienced. The wings. The flying. The woman chasing her. It was more disorienting than waking mid-tweak to hot breath, sweaty palms, and an ever-expanding pain deep inside her.

She'd had some bad tweaks, but this was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Perhaps this was withdrawal. Yes, that was it. Those assholes had kept her from her shit for too long, and now she had to deal with the negative side effects. Those fucking bastards!

Her mind was too scattered to process all that had happened. Surely, she didn't need to…since none of it was real.

Who were these guys who were driving her off to who-knew-the-fuck-where?

She eyed a sword that lay beside her, across the seat.

***

Dedrus pressed his foot against the brake.

The car jolted back as it stopped before the two dangling, red-dotted stoplights.

Dedrus and Kinzer bobbed forward with the momentum of the car.

“Can you be a little more careful?” Kinzer barked as he tossed on his blue polo, which he’d grabbed with his other clothes when they’d hurriedly scrambled from the house.

“I'm doing my best!”

CLICK.

What the fuck? Kinzer thought. He turned to look behind him. The back door was open.

Maggie was gone.

“Shit!” He unfastened his seat belt.

“What are you doing?” Dedrus asked.

“She’s out. I've got to get her.”

He lunged out of the car.

The orange glow from the streetlamps lit up the back of Maggie's flower-print dress as she ran for a kudzu-draped wood on the other side of the curb, one hand flailing at her side, the other tucking Dedrus’s sword close to her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Kinzer rapidly approached her. She spun around, holding the sword out before her.

Kinzer stopped and stepped back.

“Get the fuck away from me!” she shouted.

The sword trembled in her frail grip.

“Maggie, what's wrong?”

“What the fuck do you think's wrong? I'm seriously tweaking here!”

“Maggie, we're gonna take care of you. Now, please, just get back in the car.”

“No!”

“Maggie, please…”

“Quit saying my fucking name! I don't know you. I don't want to know you. I want you and your friends to take me back to Kirk right fucking now!”

“I can't do that.”

His gaze sank to her belly.

She pulled the sword back and pressed it against her stomach.

“Is this what you fucking want? Huh?”

“Maggie!”

“I didn't ask for this! I didn't fucking want this! I can make it all go away.”

“Maggie, right now—”

“I said stop saying my name! What are you, a fucking shrink?”

“What's in your belly is the only hope your world has right now.”

“This isn't real.” She lowered the sword. “It isn't real.”

Kinzer stayed back, his arms at his side, signifying that he wasn't going to attack.

“I know you weren't asked to do this. I know it's not fair. But Maggie, if you don't come with us, those guys back there are going to find you and then you're really going to have shit to deal with.”

Dedrus stepped behind Kinzer. “Do I need to get some rope?”

“Leave me the fuck alone!” Maggie barked.

“Can you not help?” Kinzer shot Dedrus a severe glare.

Tears rushed down her face. She glanced between Kinzer and Dedrus, her eyes wild, frantic.

“This isn't happening,” she said. “It can't be.”

“Yes, it is,” Kinzer said in as calm a voice as he could manage under the circumstances. “It's happening, and we have to get you somewhere safe.”

She shook. Dropping the sword, she fell to her knees in a patch of grass and weeds.

Kinzer approached her.

“Why me?” Her face sank. She cringed as if she was in pain.

Kinzer knelt beside her, set his hand on her shoulder.

“I just need to get back to Kirk. He's gonna be so mad. He gets mad when I'm gone too long. He gets real mad. Am I being punished? Why is this happening?”

“I know this might not seem very helpful right now, but what's happening inside you is the most important event in all of creation. We have the power to save your world from the most painful, agonizing apocalypse you can conceive of. We can't do this without you.”

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, trembling.

“I didn't want it. I didn't ask for it.”

As much as Kinzer wanted to console her, he knew there was little he could do. She was right. She hadn't asked for this burden, and she was a mortal, now caught up in a world that was far beyond her ability to comprehend. It wasn't fair, but it was her lot, and Kinzer could only hope that she was willing to go along with their mission, if only to simplify the heinous ordeal that surely lay ahead.

***

Has he really never found someone else?

Kinzer sat on a twin bed. Cream floral designs scattered in patches across his beige comforter. He watched Dedrus’s ass shake in his khakis as he paced before a painting of engorged purple petals.

Dedrus pressed his cell to his ear, his eyes scanning the room, not noticing the tacky décor.

Of course, he’s found someone. Doesn’t even matter if he hasn’t. He sure as Hell didn’t want me.

Kinzer assumed he was dramatizing his loneliness, just as he had dramatized his love for him so long ago. He dismissed these thoughts. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on the past. They had far more serious problems.

Maggie had showered off and lay in another twin bed on the other side of a nightstand. Her dirty-blonde locks, stringy and splitting, draped over her neck and crept across the pillow. She stared blankly at the TV as muffled voices spewed from the speaker.

“Shit,” Dedrus said. He pulled his phone from his ear, eyeing it.

“Nothing?” Kinzer asked.

Dedrus shook his head and put the phone back against his ear. “Hey, Fie. This is Dedrus again. Call me back if you get a chance.”

Since they’d arrived at the motel, Dedrus had been trying to get ahold of some of the Leader’s Allies.

He wasn’t having any luck.

“Hopefully, someone’s warned them.” Dedrus pushed the phone into his pocket. He brushed his fingers through his tousled locks.

“That sounds optimistic.” Especially considering Vera had mentioned that they’d been hunting the Leader’s Allies earlier that night.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” Dedrus stepped into the white light of the adjoining bathroom, shutting the door most of the way, but leaving it cracked open slightly.

Dedrus was stressed, and Kinzer wanted nothing more than to bring him some ease. Dedrus had been there for him, now was his chance to return the favor. Or was he still trying to punish him?

No. Not that. Even as he’d revenge-fucked him, he was still enjoying himself, and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he still had strong feelings for the higherling. Maybe there was something more there. They had always had fun together. He loved talking to him, playing with him, fucking him.

No! Dedrus didn’t want him. They’d already established that. He had to shake that from his thoughts.

He chastised himself for his stupidity and for even considering anything with Dedrus when he was still mourning the loss of Janka. He shouldn’t have been thinking like that. If anything, he should have just been having fun. But was it dangerous to enjoy his time with Dedrus? Did he run the risk of falling in love with him all over again?

That couldn’t happen. If there had been a time where Dedrus could have loved him, it had passed. Now, they were just friends—fuck buddies. Kinzer just had to make sure that he always remembered that.

I can do this. I can handle it.

He stripped to his boxers and slipped into the bathroom. A hiss came from behind a white shower curtain, framed by gray walls. He closed the door, slipped next to the curtain, and wiggled out of his boxers. As he pulled the curtain open, its metal hooks rattled together.

Dedrus’s hair lay flat against his scalp—wet, milk-chocolate locks curling into his neck. He scrubbed a white washcloth in circles over his nipples. His brown eyes met Kinzer’s. They were the same eyes that he had come to love, to adore. His hairy face, damp and sparkling under the room’s fluorescent light, shifted with a smile, like he was so happy that Kinzer had decided to join him.

Kinzer stepped into the tub and closed the curtain behind him.

“It’s a little cold,” Dedrus warned as he stepped back under the showerhead, facing away from Kinzer. He ducked his head, letting the water splatter across his scalp and shoulders.

He stroked the washcloth up and down his arm, building a creamy layer of suds.

Kinzer felt drops of the cool water prick at his flesh.

“Will you get my back?” Dedrus tossed a glance back.

“Yeah.” Kinzer reached around, taking the washcloth from him. He rubbed it against his palm, letting the suds stir before rubbing circles between his friend’s shoulder blades.

A friend. That’s all he is. A friend. Why does that make me sad?

He pushed the thought away, pressing the washcloth tighter against Dedrus’s flesh—that smooth, soft flesh.

He couldn’t bear it anymore. Kinzer dropped the washcloth, threw his arms around Dedrus, and buried his face behind his ear. The chilled water raced down his torso, flowing over his fresh erection that tapped against Dedrus’s ass cheeks.

The water didn’t faze him. He kissed Dedrus’s neck.

Dedrus threw his head back, resting it on Kinzer’s shoulder. Kinzer glanced at a shelf that hung in the middle of the wall. A bar of soap lay across it. He grabbed it, lathering it in his palm to create moisture for lube.

He stopped. Dedrus didn’t deserve that consideration. Not after what he’d done to him.

He dropped the bar. It slid across the bottom of the tub, ending up beside the chrome-lined drain.

He spit in his palm and massaged the fluid across his shaft.

Grabbing Dedrus by his hair, he shoved his face forward and pressed it against the plastic lining of the shower-tub combo. Dedrus’s ass lifted. His pelvis dipped. Kinzer knew he wanted it bad. Like he always did. He pressed his shaft’s head into his hole. He figured Dedrus would be a little loose from their earlier encounter.

It was still a rough entry and burned the edges of his shaft.

Fuck.

Dedrus groaned. It took a few thrusts before Kinzer was comfortably inside him, reeling in the pleasure from Dedrus’s tight hole. Dedrus’s groans amplified.

Kinzer pulled out. He grabbed Dedrus’s hips and flipped him so his shoulders hit the adjoining walls in the corner of the tub. Wrapping his arms around Dedrus’s hips, he cupped his hands under his ass cheeks and hoisted him into the air.

The weight threw Kinzer off balance for a moment. He worked to stabilize, kicking his foot to the side. It came down on the bar of soap by the drain, which slipped out from under his heel, sending his foot flying forward.

“Oh, shit!”

Thinking quickly, he shifted on his other heel so his shoulder blade rammed into the wall beside him. His body shook and jerked as he adjusted his feet so he wouldn’t fall.

Dedrus gasped. He glanced around like he was waiting for Kinzer to drop him. “Holy shit!”

Kinzer regained his balance. He giggled. “Whoops,” he said. “Close call.”

Dedrus chuckled, his hand quickly covering his mouth, as if he was embarrassed to be so amused by the situation.

He’s so cute, so precious.

Kinzer wanted him so badly. He shifted and leaned Dedrus’s back against the corner of the tub, finagling his dick back inside him. Dedrus let out another chuckle before grinding his teeth. His head rolled back. His eyes shut.

“Oh fuck! Kinzer, yes! Fuck yes!”

Kinzer rocked his hips, pleasuring his cock in the tight passage of Dedrus’s hole.

“You feel so fucking good!” Dedrus’s eyelids sealed shut. He cried out. His arms pressed against the walls like he was using them to brace himself.

Water splashed about as Kinzer continued driving in. Dedrus moaned with pleasure as his hair stuck against the walls behind him.

The water, rushing across Kinzer’s side, warmed against his flesh.

Dedrus’s eyes opened. He looked right at Kinzer.

Why is he looking at me like that?

The look in his eyes was like the one Kinzer had once mistaken for love. He fought against the painful memories.

He didn’t really want you, he reminded himself as he forced another deep penetration into Dedrus.

Dedrus screamed out, but didn’t shift his gaze.

Stop looking at me like that!

Kinzer plowed him a few more times, hoping to force him to look elsewhere.

Dedrus cried out louder, but his eyes stayed fixed on him. That was it. He couldn’t handle it. Kinzer pulled his cock out and lowered Dedrus to the floor.

“What is it?” Dedrus’s eyebrows shot up on his forehead.

“Nothing. I just can’t do this.” Kinzer stumbled through the curtain. He grabbed a towel off a metal rack and dashed through the door.

“Kinzer, I—”

“Where’d she go?”

A black Bible, surely the motel’s, poked out from the folds of Maggie’s sheets.

“Holy shit,” Dedrus said.

Kinzer’s jeans lay on the other bed, but he knew he had left them on the floor.

He snatched them off the comforter and rifled through the pockets. “Bitch took my wallet.” He pressed his fingers against his water-glazed hip and tossed Dedrus an exhausted glare. “Better start looking.”

It didn’t take long to find her.

Shops were clustered together on the other side of the street. The only one open was a bar. Through the glass windows, Kinzer could see the back of Maggie’s flower print dress as he and Dedrus walked side by side through the parking lot.

“Let’s just hog-tie the bitch,” Dedrus grumbled. Strands of wet hair stuck to his face. Patches of water were scattered across his shirt.

Kinzer put his hand out, halting him. “Hey, just head back to the room. I got this.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

He kissed Dedrus. Dedrus’s fingertips caressed his shoulder, then he turned around and headed back to the motel. Kinzer approached the glass door to the bar and stepped inside.

A haze of smoke filled the air. Three men in denim and flannel lounged in a corner booth. In front of a bar on the opposite wall, Maggie twisted back and forth, the flower print across her ass stroking against a black stool. She sipped from a glass and gazed longingly at the Miller Light bottle a guy in a baseball cap tossed back a few stools to her side.

Seriously?

Kinzer approached Maggie’s stool. “Where the fuck did you think you were going?”

“Give me a break. I wasn’t running.”

Ice clinked against the glass of clear fluid that trembled in her grip.

Kinzer snatched it.

“Hey, hey!”

He ran his nose across the rim.

“It’s Sprite, dumbass.”

“This guy bothering you?” A bartender in a tank top set his palms on the counter. Freckles dotted his face. A red beard fell to just below his shirt collar. He leaned forward, pressing down to demonstrate his muscular physique.

This was Maggie’s chance to get away, to get help. Was she going to take it?

Her lips curled upward, and then fell into a frown. “I’m fine.”

She took another sip from her rattling glass.

The bartender’s green eyes watched Kinzer suspiciously. He withdrew to the other side of the bar.

“Where the fuck’s my wallet?” Kinzer asked.

Maggie reached into her cleavage, pulled it out, and set it next to a jagged crack in the top of the gray-and-black-speckled granite bar.

“Why didn’t you just stay in the room?” he asked.

He sat in the stool beside her as she set her glass next to the wallet.

“Wasn’t really interested in sticking around to hear you fucking in the shower.”

“Sorry.”

“I’m not one to keep anybody from having a good time. Just didn’t want to hear it. So what’s with you and that guy? Boyfriends?”

Kinzer rested his elbow on the bar. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Yeah. 'Cause I’m sure that’s a bigger deal than all the other shit we’ve been talking about.”

The guy with the Miller Light took another sip from his bottle. Maggie’s tongue massaged her bottom lip. She leaned close to Kinzer. “You mind ordering me a beer?” she whispered.

“What?”

“A pregnant girl can have like three glasses of wine a day, so I think I can have a beer.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“Something like that. Jesus was all about the wine, right? Just get me a damn beer. No one else will.”

He looked to the curve of her belly. “I can’t imagine why.”

“Shut the fuck up. What right does anyone have to decide what I shouldn’t do? I’m sorry that I need something to take the edge off. You don’t think I deserve that with the night I’ve had? The shit I saw? The shit you told me?”

It was a lot for any mortal to take in, especially one that was tasked with something so important, but Kinzer still wasn’t going to let her poison Earth’s future salvation.

“I get it,” he said. “It’s rough, but I’m not getting you a drink.”

“A cigarette?”

He shook his head.

Maggie’s plush lips pursed. “I hate you.” She scratched her fingernail into the crack in the bar. “Shitty fucking night.”

“Amen.”

She snickered. “You guys have really done a number on me. You know, you need to find a better way of telling people about that God and Satan shit. Some of us got a lot of baggage about that.”

She and Kid were the only ones he planned on ever explaining the details to, so he didn’t really need to get better at it.

“Know anything about Pentecostals?”

What?

“Pentecostal? Religion? Churches? Yes? No? Did you stop understanding English?”

“You expect me to remember one religion? Maggie, I’ve been around since the dawn of creation.”

“What, are you bragging? Chill the fuck out. I’m Pentecostal. Well, no. I’m not Pentecostal. I was raised one. We do this thing. Speak in tongues. Know what that is? It’s where the Holy Spirit…or God…speaks through you. People shake, shout out inarticulate nonsense. Mom was always good at it. She’d drop faster than any of them.”

She pressed the glass to her lips and took a drink.

“When you’re little, that kind of shit makes sense. I guess it makes sense to adults, too. Everyone loved it. Loved her. She would do it all the time, and she was convincing. I mean, some people do it, and it looks like an act. Like they just want attention. Others, you’re like, something’s going on there. My mom was one of those where it really looked like something was going on. When it happened, she wasn’t my mom. She was speaking for something else—something bigger, more powerful. I’m not saying I bought it. I’m just saying how it looked, okay?”

Something about the way she said that last part made Kinzer think that she had bought it.

“I used to fall down, too. I’d work up a fit. Copy her. I wasn’t very believable. At least, I didn’t think so. I never felt the Holy Spirit. But I prayed. I prayed, and I prayed, and I prayed, because she told me that’s all I needed to do. Never felt anything, but I just kept praying anyway. I thought, He’ll come. He’ll let me know He’s there. Bible was filled with stories about people He’d spoken through—stories about people who’d witnessed His power. I wanted to be one of them. I believed in them. Hell, my mom did it, so it had to be true, right? And she would have been so proud. I remember thinking, ‘If I could just walk on water, she’d be so happy. She’d really love me.’

“Walk on water. Did that even happen? Don’t answer that. Don’t ruin Jesus for me. Anyway, one time I fell down in church, and I was doing what I normally did—what everyone else did. Shaking. Tossing my head around. Arching my back. You pretty much just make it look like a seizure. Mom snatched me by the arm, yanked me up, and said, ‘No one likes a fake.’ Oh, I could have died. And I knew I’d never be able to fool her, and she’d never be okay with her unrighteous daughter. This empty thing that God wanted no part of.”

“She sounds like a nut job,” Kinzer said.

“Maybe. Just funny now. To think what she’d say if I told her I was having the devil’s baby. That’d send her over the edge. Probably even make sense to her. Her daughter, who was so incapable of feeling the Holy Spirit, would totally be the mother of the Antichrist.”

Kinzer glanced around nervously. “Can you keep it down?”

Her eyebrows pulled close together. “Are you kidding? Hey everyone, I’m the mother of the Antichrist!”

“Shut up, bitch!” one of the flannel and denim guys shouted from the corner booth.

“You wanna die, asshole?” she replied. “Listen, Kinz-ar, or whatever, no one believes any of the bullshit you’re talking about. I could hold up a sign on the side of the road and spit on and on about this crap and no one would give any fucks. You think you’re the first person to start talking about God and Satan being up to something?”

She had a good point, but there still wasn’t any reason to be making a scene.

“What am I supposed to think about this?” she asked. “My mind isn’t even letting me think about it. I think it’s some sort of defense mechanism to keep me from losing my shit. Doesn’t feel real. That doesn’t mean much. Some things just don’t. Had a lot of things happen that never felt real. Keep telling myself that it’s just a hallucination…or a dream. But it’s not.”

She took another sip of her drink.

“So why don’t you want to talk about your boyfriend? What’s that about?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Unlike everything else?”

Kinzer didn’t respond.

Maggie whirled her finger around the rim of her glass.

She giggled. “Mom really was full of crap, wasn’t she?” A sad look in her eyes made her seem as if she was a kid that had just discovered Santa wasn’t real. “So what happens?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“This kid? What happens to it?” Her voice had lost its harshness. It was soft, soothing to Kinzer’s ears.

“We take care of it.”

“We as in…”

“The Leader’s Allies.”

“You gonna take my kid from me?” She stroked a hand against her stomach.

Kinzer hadn’t really thought any of this through. Everything was happening so fast. Too fast. He didn’t know how the Leader would want to handle the Antichrist or if he’d want Maggie to be involved in its life.

“Did you want to be a part of its life?”

Maggie’s gaze drifted behind the bar, settling on a poster of a pinup girl stretching across a motorcycle.

“No. I’m not a fucking mother. Probably be shitty at it anyway. I got my own life to live.”

“What life is that?”

“You got a problem with me?”

“It was just a question.”

“A life where I get to do what I want. Live how I want. You can’t do whatever you want when a kid’s involved. It’s all about the kid. At least, that’s the way it should be.” Her gaze sank to her belly. “I had a boyfriend…” She teared up. “…well, I called him a boyfriend. He used to say, ‘Life’s not worth living if you ain’t feeling good.’ He was an asshole, but I agree. You find the things in this world that give you something—that make you feel the way you want to feel, and you gotta hold on to them. You don’t ever let them go. They’re what’ll keep you strong. They’re what’ll keep you wanting to live another day. Can’t do that with a kid. They need you. Depend on you. It’s all about them. Well, I think so.”

“Lessons from an addict?”

“Lessons from someone that’s lived life.”

“Well, Maggie, I’ve lived a long one, and I gotta say, that doesn’t seem like a way to live. That seems like a way to die.”

“Well, that’s what I’ve got. I can feel pleasure. That’s real. That’s mine. Isn’t that what Hell’s all about anyway?”

“No. Like I said—”

“Right. All that shit about how it’s the reverse of what I think. Whatever. So you demons are all a bunch of prudes? Well, that fucking didn’t sound all that prudish.”

She wore a scornful expression, like the one she’d had when he’d first seen her back at Dedrus and Treycore’s. Kinzer knew there was no point in arguing. Not while she was like this. She’d been through a lot. She just needed to adjust to all the news that she’d been bombarded with.

She turned toward the other side of the bar so Kinzer only had a view of ratty waves of dirty-blonde hair.

“Don’t you fucking judge me,” Maggie said. “I’m okay with a lot of things, but a hypocrite isn’t one of them.”

***

Feels like a fucking sauna, Kid thought. He stumbled through the thick, humid air.

Sweat created a rim around his shirt collar. The sun burned against the back of his neck. Treycore didn’t appear to be nearly as affected by the climate. Kid presumed this was a benefit of being an immortal.

He and Treycore had been walking through the jungle since dawn. Now midday, it was becoming unbearable.

Kid was already on edge. What little sleep he’d managed to get the night before had been laced with nightmares—flashes of his time at Jerry’s. He was tending to clients. He was being ravaged by them. Then there was Daddy. His fingers wrapped around Kid's throat. His belt slapped against Kid's ass. His dick invaded his hole. Kid, just a child, screamed out, begging him to stop.

As Kid had roused from the hellacious sleep, he’d felt that even though he would never have to live like that again, it still would always be a part of him. It would haunt him until the day he died.

Black gnats danced around Treycore as he slapped a stick against a branch in his path. One flew at Kid, landing in a layer of sweat that steadily thickened on his forehead. Its wings were bound to the sticky moisture. As it struggled to get free, Kid brushed his fingers over it, unthinkingly smashing it into his skin. He flicked its remains to the black soil at his feet.

How long are we gonna keep walking? We’ve been doing this for hours.

A question stirred in Kid’s mind. For a while, he’d been worried that it would sound moronic. At this point, he didn’t care. He’d been walking through the stupid jungle for too long already.

“Can’t you just fly us out of here or use your power to—”

Treycore tossed a harsh gaze back. The tension in his jaw and the furrow of his brow made Kid feel like he’d insulted his dead mother.

Treycore’s lips opened, but closed just as quickly. He turned and pushed a frond out of his path. “No,” he said curtly.

Touchy subject.

“What’s the point of having wings,” Kid began, “if you can’t fucking use them? Your ex-bitch can fly.”

“I don’t want to talk about this,” Treycore said. “I can’t fly, so just leave it alone.”

Why are you so fucking mad at me? Kid thought. I’m not the one who dated the psycho who put us out here!

Kid was pissed. Treycore was being so dismissive, as if just because he was mortal, he didn’t matter. He’d already been made to feel that way by too many people, and he was tired of it.

“Must be pretty useless if it can’t even get us out of here,” Kid muttered.

Treycore stopped again. He turned around. His wincing eyes narrowed even further. He was giving a look that made Kid think that he was about to leap on top of him and pound into his face.

“Kid,” he said, “you should just stop talking, because in a second, I’m gonna make you.”

Kid rushed him and stood tall, pushing his chest out.

“Come on.” He knew that Treycore’s impressive physique, combined with his immortal strength, could easily overpower him, but he wasn’t going to let Treycore get what he wanted with threats and a pissy attitude.

Treycore stepped toward him. Kid didn’t budge.

“We don’t have time for this,” Treycore said. “We need to get back to Kinzer, so just follow me and keep the fuck out of the way.” He turned back around and started back through the foliage.

“You don’t have a power or something like that disappearing girl?”

“No,” Treycore snarled.

“So, what I’m hearing is that you’re like the most useless angel…or higherling…or whatever-the-fuck…in the world.”

Treycore threw his stick into nearby shrubbery. He charged Kid. Grabbing him by the arm, Treycore twisted Kid around and shoved him against a tree.

“Mortal,” he hissed into Kid’s ear. “I’m not in the mood.”

“And I'm not your slave.” Kid didn't show anger. He was matter-of-fact. Treycore could condescend all he wanted, but Kid didn’t have to sit back and take it. Not anymore. He wasn’t going to feign shame and humility just because that was how Treycore preferred it.

Treycore flipped Kid around and pressed his shoulder blades against the tree. His grip was severe. Kid wondered if he was intending to cause him that much pain or if, in his frustration, he had forgotten his own strength.

“Who do you think you are?” Treycore asked, staring into Kid's eyes.

Kid felt as if he was trying to tear his soul out with his rage.

“You’re nothing! I carry divine authority. You’re lower than the lowest fallen. I’m older than the earth. The trees in this jungle are older than you. I can live forever. You have to die. Have you seen me? Have you seen my body’s perfection? That’s my birthright. Compare that to your disgusting figure, covered in the imperfections of mortality. The scars of your pathetic, disgusting life.”

Kid imagined how he looked in the mirror. The welts, the dents in his flesh, many of which were a product of his time at Jerry’s.

“Oh, and you smell!” Treycore continued. He grimaced, as if just being this close to Kid was unbearable. “I wish you knew how fucking bad you smelled. Any immortal can smell you coming from miles away. It’d be like if you had to wander the jungle with a pile of shit. And I think that’d still smell better than you do to me.”

A tear formed in Kid’s eye, but he wasn’t going to show weakness.

“You’re not even very attractive. I can’t imagine how it feels to be lowly, even for a mortal.”

“Feels pretty good.” Kid struggled to keep his voice from cracking. He held eye contact with Treycore. If he avoided his gaze, Treycore would know that he'd won. But the more he looked into Treycore's eyes, the more he imagined his immortal senses could detect his vulnerability, his hurt. Was Treycore fueling his inner terror so he could stand there and take pleasure in his misery? The longer Treycore stared into his eyes, the more Kid hated him. He didn't just hate him, he despised him. How could some supposedly angelic being be so cruel, so brutal, so uncaring?

Treycore’s anger—intense, severe, and filled with fury—came at Kid.

Kid's fists popped up. He pressed his back against the tree and pushed off, projecting himself toward Treycore. He knew he couldn't win in a fight against an immortal, especially one filled with such unquestionable contempt for him, but he wasn't going to lie limp and take it. He'd already had too much of that.

He launched a fist at Treycore's cheek.

Treycore snatched it. Kid threw his other fist, but Treycore snatched that one too. He shoved Kid back against the tree, lifted his arms into the air, and pinned them against the bark.

Kid struggled, but Treycore was too strong. Sweat rushed down Kid’s forehead.

The tear in his eye slid down his cheek. Kid was embarrassed. Now Treycore knew that he was getting to him.

Treycore pressed his lips against Kid's, stirring a surge of heat that combatted the heat of his fury and rage.

Kid's mind told him to attack, but all he could do was kiss Treycore back. Treycore’s hot breath rushed across Kid’s upper lip and tickled the tip of his nose.

No, Kid thought. I don't want to fuck you. You're an asshole! I hate you!

But as much hate as he felt for Treycore, he couldn't stifle the inexplicable sexual pull that made him want to be fucked by this beautiful creation. His penis filled, expanding rapidly. Treycore's monstrous bulge stroked against the jean barrier between them. Their lips opened wider. They pressed their lips closer together.

Treycore nibbled on Kid's bottom lip. It was painful—so painful that Kid thought it would bleed.

He wished it hurt more.

He moaned.

Treycore released Kid’s wrists. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Attempting to gain some control over the kisses, Kid set his hand on Treycore’s cheeks, caressing his thumb against the tiniest of bristles.

Treycore’s lips retreated. His nose slid along Kid’s cheek. Moisture and breath mixed across Kid’s earlobe as Treycore’s tongue assaulted it.

Kid rolled his head back, slamming it against the tree. A rush of pain ran from the point of impact to his upper back. It was intense, almost immobilizing. It wasn’t the sort of pain he desperately wanted Treycore to force on him, but he wasn't going to allow it to separate him from the passion of this moment. He wanted Treycore. He needed him.

Treycore left Kid's ear and offered intense kisses down his neck. Biting, sucking, licking. He pressed his pelvis against Kid's, squashing him against the tree.

Kid ground his teeth. The combination of the pain from his ass being smashed into the hard surface and the immortal pressure that was crushing his pelvis—making his penis feel like it was a nearly bursting balloon—was brutal. He released Treycore's face and balled his hands into fists. He could endure the pain. He'd done it plenty of times before. And this was a pain he wanted…a pain he ached for. It stirred a rush of electricity that ran from his hips to his chest, exciting him.

Treycore slid his hands under the back of Kid's T-shirt. He stroked up and down, digging his fingers into his flesh. The pressure was so intense that it rubbed Kid’s skin raw. Kid rolled his head against the bark and groaned through clenched teeth.

Treycore pulled one hand back out from under Kid's shirt. He snatched Kid's neck, stifling his breath. It snapped Kid out of his pleasure.

His eyes flashed to a red-faced, jaw-clenched Treycore. What was happening? Had he done something wrong? Was Treycore mad at him?

Treycore’s lips covered his.

Kid's face turned scarlet. As much as his body urged him to breathe, there was something so erotic about Treycore controlling his breath, his life, and he didn't want it to end.

Treycore gripped even tighter around his neck. Now, Kid couldn't breathe at all. He felt light-headed. If Treycore maintained his grip, he was going to pass out. Spots danced around the jungle and Treycore's head as Kid felt his consciousness steadily slipping away.

The spots grew larger and darker.

Treycore released his grip.

Kid instinctively pulled away from Treycore's lips, gasping for air.

Treycore’s fingers wrapped around the back of his head and pulled him back into their embrace.

Kid pulled away. He didn’t have a choice. His instincts wouldn’t allow him to put himself in danger again, even though he wanted it so desperately.

Treycore maintained his control, keeping his lips right before Kid’s as he sniffed. Kid felt disgusting. He knew he smelled foul to higherlings.

As Treycore's lips returned to his, that thought vanished. This time, Treycore's kiss was soft. It was a relief to Kid's lips, which were starting to feel numb from the intensity of Treycore's previous oral assaults.

Heat and pressure built in Kid’s chest. His penis was hard…painfully hard. It felt like he'd been blue-balling for months and needed relief.

They stroked their pelvises against each other. The stimulation only made the sensation even more unbearable. His body, in an attempt to save him from pain and torture, urged him to escape, prodding him to the side.

His heel hit a root stretching out from the bottom of the tree trunk. He fell back. The tail of his spine slammed against a pointed rock.

He shouted. Another surge of pain. Not the sort he craved from Treycore. Just wildly uncomfortable.

He wasn’t going to let it interfere with this moment. He unfastened his belt and wiggled his still-buttoned jeans and boxers down to his heels, exposing his fully erect penis, the skin taut against his muscle. Kicking his shoes off, he collected the clothes together in a pile beside him.

Treycore pounced on top of him. They kissed and rolled across the jungle floor. Rocks and branches stabbed into Kid's ass, sides, and shoulder blades. In an effort to lessen the discomfort, he dug his fingers into Treycore's back.

Treycore straddled Kid’s pelvis. He ripped Kid’s t-shirt off over his head.

He grimaced down at Kid’s pecs and abs, his gaze lingering on the cuts and scars that tainted the mortal’s otherwise perfect flesh.

Kid was ashamed of them. He didn’t want Treycore to see those vulnerabilities. In an effort to distract Treycore's attention, he forced another kiss on him.

Treycore lifted his pelvis off Kid, grabbed his hips, and flipped him onto his stomach. He stroked Kid’s ass crack with the bulge in his jeans. Kid pressed his butt into Treycore's pelvis, feeling that absurdly large bulge. He remembered how big it was. It was going to be far too much for him to handle. Kinzer wasn’t nearly as big as Treycore and that had seemed nearly impossible.

Still, he wanted it inside him.

“Please…” Kid begged. His body ached with hunger—hunger for Treycore's torture.

Treycore grabbed Kid’s hair, covered with sweat. He intertwined his fingers in the locks and yanked back.

The sting in Kid’s scalp sent a jolt of excitement racing down his back.

Treycore put his mouth against Kid's ear. His breath rushed just behind Kid's lobe, reminding Kid of their first sexual encounter. “The more you scream, the more it's gonna hurt.” Treycore didn't sound angry like he had when he was yelling at Kid. He sounded playful, teasing.

A swirl of desire stirred in Kid’s chest. Kid didn't figure Treycore would deliberately give him a serious injury, but he was worried that Treycore would underestimate his own power or overestimate Kid's.

It was a risk he was willing to take.

Treycore unzipped his jeans.

Kid gulped.

Treycore rolled off him. “Get over here and suck on me,” he said, lying beside him.

When Kid realized that he wasn't going to have to immediately take Treycore's immortal cock up the ass, he was relieved. He wanted to hurt. Not to die.

Treycore undid the top button on his jeans and slipped them and his briefs halfway down his thighs.

That desire in Kid's chest stopped. Even time seemed to stop as he stared at Treycore's massive girth. Kinzer's had been large for a human. It was bigger than anything he'd ever had to take, even when he was forced to fuck for Jerry. But it could still reasonably fit in his ass without making him worry that it might tear into major organs.

Treycore’s had to be at least fifteen inches, but the length wasn't what intimidated Kid. It was so wide around that he figured he couldn’t even get one hand all the way around its circumference. And although Treycore's mushroom-shaped head suggested that there would be some subtle help in adjusting to the massive shaft, there was no way it would be able to get inside Kid without some serious effort. Even the idea of sucking on it seemed like an exhausting challenge.

Treycore stroked his cock with one hand. His longest finger wrapped around a little over half of its girth. Kid got on his knees and crawled to him. Treycore’s fine, blond locks spread across the black soil as he pleasured himself with his hand.

Kid ran his tongue along the rim of Treycore's cock’s head, slowly, carefully. His stomach knotted anxiously as his concern about taking that monstrous cock in hixs mouth intensified.

A translucent droplet formed at the tip of Treycore’s penis. Kid sucked it and swallowed. He slid his lips over the head, rocking back and forth. He was trying to gauge how easy it was going to be for him to get this bit in his mouth at least. The first quarter of the head was reasonable, and the sides were like slides, welcoming Kid's lips farther along. After that, he had to open his mouth as wide as possible to shove the engorged edges of the tip in. He folded his lips over his teeth. His nervousness about teeth intensified. He didn’t want to hurt Treycore. He didn’t want to do anything that would make him want to stop. He set his worry aside as he followed the edges of the tip with the first bit of the shaft. He licked around the head, swirling broadly, exhausting his tongue as it collected a thick film of pre-come. He massaged the head of Treycore's penis with his lips, moving up and down, up and down. In moments where he was back at the narrower part of the head, he gulped Treycore's pre-come and continued to slide his lips along the engorged edges of the head of his cock.

“Oh!” Treycore groaned.

Kid gripped both hands around Treycore's shaft and synced his lips and his hands in a broad, continuous, stroking motion. A thick, heavy load of pre-come spewed from the tip of Treycore’s dick. Kid sucked it in and pulled his head back, swallowing the treat and licking his lips.

Treycore tossed Kid a satisfied glare. Kid had only seen the foul, unpleasant, condescending side of Treycore. This side was frisky, playful, and fun. He liked it.

Kid lowered his head to Treycore's balls and licked between his nuts. The hairs lining the flesh of his sac were coarse and scraped against his tongue.

It didn't stop Kid. He assaulted Treycore's testicles, licking desperately at the blond-covered sac.

He pumped Treycore's cock with his hands, eyeing a blue web of veins just beneath the flesh of his balls. He licked along one and followed it to another, using it for navigation until he came to the edge of his sack. His mouth moved to the flesh under Treycore’s testicles. He kissed it lightly, then pressed his lips firmly against the skin and sucked as hard as he could.

He released Treycore's cock and wrapped his arms under Treycore's legs so he could press his lips even tighter into his flesh. A fit of passion rushed through Kid's body, and he impulsively pulled away from Treycore's balls and threw himself on top of him. Their mouths locked, and Kid slipped his tongue past Treycore’s lips. Treycore ran a hand up Kid's back, feeling with his finger along his spine. Kid slipped a hand under Treycore's button-up. Treycore had those wonderful abs! Kid hadn't thought he could get any stiffer, but the moment he felt those abs, his cock grew painfully harder. He broke his passionate kiss with Treycore to catch a breath.

Treycore wrapped his free hand around Kid's neck and pulled him back into an embrace. Kid tried to pull back, struggling to breathe, but Treycore pressed kisses against Kid's lips. He ran his thumb along Kid's cheek. His other hand continued stroking his back. Treycore's finger pressed against where Kid’s spine had hit the rock. Kid whimpered like a fox with its leg caught in a trap. He twitched. His body attempted to convulse away from Treycore. Treycore gripped even tighter to Kid, his fingers digging into the spot that had stirred the reaction.

A rush of pain ripped through Kid, like shards of glass stabbing into his back. He balled up his hand and slammed it into Treycore's cheek. Treycore's face inched to the side. He clenched his jaw and grabbed Kid by the throat, staring him down. Kid's face flushed. He wanted to explain what had happened—that he had just been so overwhelmed with pain and acted instinctively. What was Treycore going to do to him now? He could effortlessly snap his neck if he wanted to. Or worse, he would just end this pleasurable experience.

Kid's eyes filled with fear. Sweat poured off his forehead and ran down his cheeks.

Treycore pulled Kid down so their faces were millimeters apart. Treycore's jaw relaxed. He moved his face closer to Kid's and brushed their lips together. He didn't kiss him, though. To Kid, it seemed as if Treycore was testing him to know if Kid wanted to continue. If Kid kissed him back, he would accept that as approval. If not, he would cease entirely. Kid didn't hesitate. He placed a soft, reassuring kiss on Treycore's lips before pulling away. Treycore glared at him suspiciously, as if he was still trying to read Kid—like he didn't understand him. Kid planted another soft kiss on his lips.

Treycore released Kid's neck and stroked the back of his fingers against Kid's face. Kid breathed heavily. Treycore kissed him again.

They breathed into each other.

Kid's erect cock slid under Treycore's button-up and moved against the grooves in his abs. The harder he pushed his penis against Treycore's abs, the more relief he felt, and he wanted relief so much. At the same time, he desperately wanted Treycore inside him. He didn't know how. He knew it wouldn't be physically possible—or at least, it might be the most unbearable experience of his life, but he wanted Treycore inside him. He wanted him to swell in his ass. He wanted to scream while Treycore forced it in him harder and harder, not giving him a moment to recover. He wanted Treycore to explode inside of him so his whipped cream load spewed out through the space between his asshole and Treycore's pulsating dick.

Kid's thoughts were getting him too close to climax, and he wasn't about to let that happen until Treycore had had his way with him—even if that left him paralyzed or worse. He pulled his pelvis back, so only the tip of his cock grazed up against Treycore's immortally perfect abdomen.

Treycore reached his hands into the placket of his button-up and gripped the material. With a swift rip, the buttons popped off. One smacked Kid between the eyes.

Kid shook off his surprise.

“Fuck.” He stared in awe at Treycore's flawless body.

It wasn't actually flawless. Now that Kid could see it under daylight, though his abs were jagged and ripped, they were obviously lopsided. His pecs were massive, but he had incredibly small nipples. As hairless as his chest was, he had the faintest of happy trails, which Kid was so enamored with that he dove his head straight to Treycore's waist to lick between the thin, blond hairs. He trailed his way up to his navel. Swirling his tongue into the shallow dip, he did his best not to miss any crevice.

His hands massaged Treycore's magnificent abs. They felt like smooth pebbles, cushioned by slightly dampened flesh. As Kid licked, he worked to get as much of Treycore's sweat inside him. Kid didn't know what had possessed him. The sweat didn't taste particularly great, but he felt this compulsion to consume as much of it as he could, as if it was water and he had gone days without a drink. In reality, it’d just been a few hours.

Treycore grabbed Kid by his hips. He sat up, bringing them face to face.

“I'm gonna come in you,” he said, his expression serious.

It was an expression that concerned Kid. He was hoping that Treycore was considering the logistics of sex. Clearly, it was all that he wanted too, but there was no way Treycore was going to be able to come inside him with ease, even having had all those men at Jerry's loosening him up for the past few years. However, Kid couldn't think with his rational mind. All he wanted was for Treycore to be in him—even if that meant that he was going to be ripped in half.

Kid pulled away and flipped on his stomach, exposing his smooth ass. Treycore flashed a smile that made Kid want to satisfy him even more.

Tear me open. Destroy me.

His erection stirred against the dark earth.

Treycore kicked his shoes off and slid his now ankle-high jeans onto the jungle floor. He crawled to Kid and kissed his ass with soft, tender kisses. He cupped his ass cheeks in his hand and kneaded his fingers into them. His mouth found its way to Kid's asshole. His tongue danced around the edges.

Kid closed his eyes, savoring the tingly sensations that rushed from his ass, through his abdomen, and into his chest.

“Ow!” Kid shouted.

Treycore had slipped a finger into his ass, fast and hard. Kid thought that perhaps it had been a painful warning for what their anal sex was going to feel like. He relished the sting.

Treycore slipped his finger in and out of Kid's ass.

The painful rubbing and ripping at his crack wall reminded him that they didn't have any lube, which meant it would be an even more painful experience than he had previously considered. Kid wasn’t sure that was such a bad thing.

“Ah!” Kid groaned.

Treycore had forced, not one, but another two fingers in. Kid dug his fingers into the damp ground.

“No, please…” he whined, but what he meant was, “More!”

Treycore kissed the base of Kid's spine softly as he continued forcing his fingers inside him. He lowered his head, collected saliva in his mouth, and spit a thick wad onto his fingers. As his moistened digits continued penetrating Kid's ass, they provided him with at least a modest form of lubrication, making the experience somewhat less painful.

Treycore pulled his fingers out. Kid took a breath of relief, but as he caught a glimpse of Treycore's shadow moving up him, he tensed and simultaneously wished that he hadn't. He felt soft flesh at his ass crack.

Kid wondered if Treycore had ever had sex with a mortal before. It didn't seem like he would have, considering his clear disdain for them. However, if he was having sex with him now, it seemed more than likely that he'd encountered this before and would be able to take the right things (like his inhumanly large cock and Kid's very humanly asshole) into consideration.

Kid glanced over his shoulder. Treycore looked worried, like he knew how much pain Kid was about to experience and like if there was anything he could do, other than not stick his penis inside him, he would be more than willing to help.

Kid nodded to Treycore. He wanted this arousing creature to know that he was fully aware of the consequences of what they were about to do and that he wanted to do it more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life.

Treycore put his hands on Kid's hips and lifted.

Kid took this as his cue and rose to his knees.

Treycore wiped the head of his dick against Kid's asshole.

Kid couldn't imagine how this was going to happen, and he really didn't want to. The more he tried to, the more impossible it all seemed.

Treycore leaned down and kissed behind Kid's ear. Kid whipped his head around and kissed him as Treycore pressed the tip of his cock against his ass crack. He pressed harder and harder.

Kid closed his eyes. A part of him hoped that Treycore wouldn't be able to get it in and would just give up. Another part of him wanted the whole thing in, destroying him.

The pressure against Kid's asshole built. The combination of the pain and the uneasy anticipation of the impending pain made his body squirm. He crawled forward.

Treycore grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back. With his other hand, he finagled the tip of his dick into Kid’s hole.

Kid squinted. It didn't feel any worse than having the three fingers inside him, but he knew there was much more to come. Treycore massaged Kid's shoulder. He slid the head of his penis in.

Kid’s breath caught in his throat.

“I can't,” he said, realizing, despite his desire to have Treycore inside him, the extent of his limitation.

Treycore slid his cock's head farther inside.

“Ah!” Kid cried.

Treycore slid back out slightly. Then slipped it in just a little farther—until the bottom of the mushroom forced its way into Kid's ass.

“No!” Tears filled Kid's eyes. He pushed forward.

It was incredibly painful, but as his body attempted to reject Treycore’s massive weapon, all Kid could think about was how much he wanted it.

Treycore maintained his grip on Kid’s shoulder and kept him from moving.

“Please,” Treycore said as the base of his cock's head slid back out.

Kid's legs trembled. His breaths were quick, erratic. He dug his fingers even deeper into the ground.

Treycore worked the tip of his monstrous member back inside Kid, who tried to maneuver his ass to delay the sting of Treycore's spear. He was going to have to find a way to keep his body from rebelling against this massive intrusion.

He bit on his lip as he pressed his ass back, allowing the base of the head back in. He kept going until he was back at the place he'd had it in before.

“Stop, stop,” Kid whined. Tears mixed with his sweat and showered over the earth before him.

Treycore pulled out…just a little. He wiped his hand across Kid's back and slid his hand down to Kid's ass, massaging it gently.

As Kid's breathing settled, Treycore slid his shaft farther in.

Kid screamed out. He crawled forward. Treycore's eyes widened. His hands snapped to Kid's sides, and he crawled on his knees right behind him so his cock remained inside.

“Careful, careful.” Treycore wrapped an arm around Kid's chest and pulled him back until his shoulder blades pressed against Treycore's chest.

Kid’s body convulsed, and his pec and ab muscles twitched.

Stop fighting him! he yelled at his body. I need this.

Treycore kissed the back of his neck.

“You have to be careful.” His hot breath rushed against the back of Kid's ear. Kid whipped his head around and planted another kiss on Treycore's lips. Treycore pulled his arm up from Kid's chest and locked it around his neck. He pushed his hips forward, not managing to get his cock any farther in.

Kid cringed. He pulled back and screamed out again. “Fuck!”

Treycore pecked Kid's shoulder and rubbed his nose against Kid's neck. Kid gripped his hands onto the arm Treycore had around his neck and squeezed as he tried to distract himself from the intense, swelling pain inside him. He hoped the distraction would lessen his body’s struggle.

Treycore took deep, heavy breaths. Kid's abdomen rose and fell in frenzied spams. As Kid's breathing steadied, Treycore pulled his ass back, his cock steadily moving out. He pushed back in.

Kid's breathing became even more spastic. His survival mode took control again. He ripped Treycore's arm away from his neck and scurried to get away. Treycore crawled on his knees to keep up with him.

Kid came to a tree trunk. He pressed his hands against it as he struggled to endure the pain.

You can take it! Just take it!

Treycore put his hand back at Kid's shoulder, massaging lightly. He pulled his ass back, letting his cock slide out slightly, giving Kid that same sweet relief. Kid wrapped his arms around the tree trunk. His chest and cheek scraped along the rough bark.

A vine crawling around the tree touched just above his abs.

Treycore released Kid's shoulder, grabbed the vine, and pulled it back. The vine clung to the tree. Blue veins bulged out of Treycore's bicep and forearm. His neck tensed. He ground his teeth.

RIP! RIP!

Kid worried that the sound might have been coming from his ass, but as the vine's clinging roots snapped, releasing the vine from the trunk, he was assured this was not the case.

A few pulls and a quick yank and several feet of the vine were loose.

Treycore grabbed Kid by his hair and tugged. Kid released the trunk and fell back so his shoulder blades pressed up against Treycore's chest. Treycore secured the vine around Kid's neck, as if keeping Kid as his prisoner.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Kid said, throwing his head back. He let his hands fall behind him and rested them on Treycore's love handles. Treycore grabbed his hands and forced them to the base of Kid’s back, putting one wrist over the other. He held them in place with one hand, and with his other, he snatched a long, dangling tendril off the vine and tied Kid's wrists together. He accidentally slid farther into Kid.

“Ah!” Kid cried. But Treycore’s slave reveled in his bindings. “Fuck me!” he begged.

Treycore slid his cock in and out very slightly, very quickly.

Kid struggled wildly about, fighting the vine and tendril, both of which were too strong for him to free himself. Treycore hadn't even put in a quarter of his cock yet, but it was nearly unbearable.

He was glad he couldn’t get free. It would keep his body from fighting. “Godfuckingdammit!”

Treycore continued pressing in and pulling out. Kid could feel the flesh in his ass tearing. He knew Treycore's pre-come wasn't providing him with enough lubrication, but he didn't want it to stop. He tensed his wrists against the vine's tendril and leaned forward so the vine constricted around his throat—another desperate attempt at distracting himself from the pain Treycore was putting him through—the pain that a part of him kept reminding him was too much for any mortal to handle.

Treycore's hand caressed across Kid's thigh, then up to his navel and across his torso. He grunted into Kid's ear. His ass rocked steadily back and forth with subtle precision.

Kid's cock was flaccid. The pain was just too much for him to stay aroused, but despite appearances, the whole situation was deeply gratifying and the intense, trembling pain that surged through him was delicious. He wanted to reach around and touch Treycore. He wanted Treycore to kiss him. He wanted to feel Treycore's hands all over him. Despite how impossible he knew it was, he wanted even more of Treycore inside him. His longing for more was intense, but he was going to have to be satisfied with what he was getting.

Red streaks streamed down Treycore's shaft. He pushed in and came back out, the blood covering his cock as droplets dripped from Kid's hole.

Kid leaned farther forward. The vine constricted even more around his neck. His face was dark red. The veins exposed above and below the vine were bloated. He made a constant wheezing sound as Treycore continued pleasuring himself in his ass.

Treycore's hand made its way to Kid's nipple. He gripped onto it with his thumb and index finger and moved them together, as if he was turning a screw. His pelvic thrusts became even quicker.

Kid's eyes rolled back. He was seeing spots again—large, circular spots.

“Oh!” Treycore moaned, his movements becoming even quicker and more intense. “Oh, yeah!” He released Kid's nipple and wrapped his arm around his chest. He wrapped his other arm around Kid's lower torso. He wiggled his shaft in what felt like farther than he’d been able to before, though Kid was sure he still hadn’t taken more than a few inches.

Kid tried to scream again but he just started choking. He couldn't breathe. He was really choking.

Please don't let me die, he thought, wishing he could communicate that to Treycore.

Treycore leaned so that his mouth ran along Kid's cheek. His hot breath pressed against Kid's burning, red flesh.

I'm gonna die.

Treycore sped up even more. His hand moved up to Kid's neck. His fingers slipped between the vine and his neck as he held on for support.

It strangled Kid even more.

Yes!

“Yes! Oh, yes!” Treycore cried.

Despite Kid's unbearable suffocation and the throbbing in his ass, his body wasn’t fighting anymore. He was delirious, lost in a blissful rapture that delighted in the experience, unable to feel any pain at all.

Rushes of sensation stirred through his limbs. He shivered in ecstasy.

Kid heared a sound and glanced over his shoulder, seeing white feathers erupted behind Treycore, fanning out on either side of him. He closed his eyes and grunted as his shaft shifted only slightly farther within Kid.

The back of Kid's skull felt like it was about to pop off, and Kid knew he didn't have but a few moments of consciousness left.

If this was how he was going to die, he was satisfied. The spots blurred together, transforming his vision into a bluish-green blob.

“Oh…oh…” Treycore moaned. His cock swelled inside Kid's ass. He ripped at the vine around Kid's neck. It snapped.

Kid fell forward. He gasped desperately for air. His arm scraped across the side of the trunk, and his face plowed into the ground.

Treycore followed right behind, continuing to ride him. His body convulsed.

“Ah. Ah.”

Even though his cock moved deeper, Kid knew it had to have still been just a fraction…maybe four inches max…that was inside him. That was as much as was physically possible.

Kid felt the sharp, intense pain, but his body was too busy re-stimulating his lungs for him to be able to scream. It was a horrifying feeling, but something about it sent his mind reeling with delight.

Streaks of white rushed over Treycore's reddened cock. His milk-white, immortal load spewed out of the edges between his cock and Kid's hole. It slid down to the pubes on Kid's balls and dripped onto the jungle floor.