Page 80 of Martyr

Then he fucked him again, in the exact same position so that his body didn’t get any relief in any sense of the word. He kept Nix trapped beneath his weight, only sometimes caring enough to lift himself enough not to crush him and make it hard for him to breathe.

Nix lost track of time, moments blending into one another as he started coming in and out of consciousness, either due to overstimulation, exhaustion, dehydration, or all three. He couldn’t even begin to take a guess. Just when he thought the Demon would finally stop, Yejun’s cock would thicken inside of him, and the fucking would start all over again.

It was nothing like the soft and sweet sex they usually had in Yejun’s studio. There was nothing caring or kind in the way Yejun touched him. He’d very obviously reduced Nix to a thing in his mind, an object he could use to assuage his anger and his lust.

Once in a while, he’d let Nix reach orgasm with him, but more often than not, one of his hands dipped between them andcinched around the base of his dick, acting as a cock ring of sorts to prevent him from being able to.

The plan had been to take the punishment—even though he didn’t deserve it—to appease Yejun and calm him enough to explain things, but this…

“You’re really going to kill me,” his voice was hoarse, and he could barely get the words above a whisper, but Yejun’s cheek was pressed against his so the Demon heard loud and clear.

And he laughed, the sound dark and derisive.

Evil.

“If you can manage to speak a little louder,” he whispered back, spearing his cock through Nix’s bruised and battered body, “maybe Lake will actually hear you. Would you like that? For him to come to your rescue? Or was your crush on Maestro another lie?”

He whined, unable to do anything other than that.

“Your cousin tried to murder the most important person to me,” Yejun divulged, pure, undiluted hatred ringing in the statement. “It’s only fair I return the favor and try to take her most important person too. You said you were close, didn’t you, Phoenix?”

Nix was struggling to follow.

Murder?

They’d told him Branwen had drugged Yejun.

Most important person?

Who?

Yejun slapped him across the face, not hard enough to leave any lasting marks, but enough it snapped him out of it. “Pay attention, I’m talking to you.”

“Don’t hit him,” Lake said, but he sounded incredibly far away. Much further than the short distance of the couch.

Had he moved, or was Nix losing it?

His vision darkened for the millionth time, and he figured that was his answer.

Yejun kept speaking, but he could no longer process any of the words. It all just sounded like a jumbled mess, as though Nix was listening underwater. He felt the Demons cock battering his insides, hitting against his prostate over and over, the movements timed perfectly, his rhythm never faltering. If he was coming undone like Nix, he didn’t show it, instead giving the impression that he could do this all day.

Was it even still daytime?

Nix didn’t get an answer. Instead, he was allowed to come again, squirting between his and Yejun’s bodies. But not much.

“That was pathetic,” he thought he heard Yejun say. “You can’t be dry already. Let’s keep trying.”

“No…” He shook his head. Or, maybe he didn’t.

That darkness crept up from all angles, and Nix almost desperately welcomed it with open arms.

Chapter 19:

West checked his multi-slate for the dozenth time in the past three hours, but there were no new messages. He couldn’t stop wondering what was so important. Nix had commented on it in the group chat, a thing he’d never done before. Usually, he was pretty quiet there, in fact, only giving one or two-word responses when someone asked him something directly.

He’d gotten better over private messaging though. Whenever West texted asking him how his day was or what he was doing, Nix usually replied within a few minutes. It was…nice.

Relationships had never been his forte. There was always too much to do and worry about for him to have ever even considered anything serious. But over the course of the past couple of weeks, he’d realized there was something intoxicating about having a romantic person to come home to.

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