"Can you…punish me?" Velzra's voice was barely a whisper, laced with a quiet ache and a shadow of guilt. His eyes, usually proud, now held a flicker of something broken, like he was begging to be hurt, to be seen, to be saved.
Venn froze, his breath caught in his throat as he stared at Velzra. The question wasn't
simple…it carried the weight of something deeper, something self-inflicted.
They stood there, locked in a gaze that trembled with unspoken wounds. It wasn't just about desire. It was shame, buried pain, a longing to be undone.
Venn's jaw tensed. "You think pain will fix what you're feeling?" he asked, his voice low,
almost cruel, but his eyes betrayed him, softening with something close to sorrow.
Then he stepped forward and seized Velzra's face, not with anger, but a kind of fury born of helpless affection. His lips crashed into Velzra's in a rough, consuming kiss…full of teeth and heat.
Venn yanked down Velzra's pants and thrust into him without warning.
Velzra cried out in pain, his fingers clutching desperately at the fur-lined sheets. He squeezed his eyes shut, biting down hard on his lip as Venn moved rough and unrelenting inside him.
"So damn tight..." Venn groaned, a note of surprise in his voice. Then he stilled.
"Wait— Is this your first time?" he asked, confused. His gaze shifted downward and saw the blood trailing down Velzra's thighs. "Damn it," he cursed under his breath. He hadn't expected this.
When he began to pull out, Velzra's trembling hand gripped his shoulder. "D-Don't pull out," he begged, his voice choked with pain and desperation.
For a moment, Venn hesitated, but then continued thrusting, still rough, still deep.
"It hurts…" Velzra whimpered, his voice cracking.
"You asked for this," Venn muttered, though the harshness in his voice had started to
waver. "It wouldn't be punishment if you enjoyed it."
Velzra turned his head away, silent tears trailing down his cheeks. His chest ached…yes,.he had asked for it, craved something he couldn't name but now he saw it clearly, Venn had only done this to punish him.
"Hey…" Venn's voice softened, the mockery gone. "You're making me feel like the villain here. Look at me."
He gently turned Velzra's face toward him, wiping away a tear with his thumb. Then,
slowly, he pressed soft kisses, first to his forehead, then down to his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and finally to his lips, as if trying to ease the pain he'd caused with tenderness he wasn't sure how to give.
"I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do it…" Velzra cried, his voice trembling as guilt crushed his chest. His heart ached, tightening with every breath.
Venn froze. At first, this was just a game—a cruel temptation. But now, seeing Velzra like
this, fragile and breaking, something inside him shifted. The hardness in him softened. This wasn't what he expected.
"Shhh...it's okay," Venn murmured, brushing away the tears that traced Velzra's cheeks.
His voice was unexpectedly tender. "Should we stop?"
Velzra shook his head slowly, eyes filled with pain and longing. He needed this man, wanted him, even like this, even if it left him shattered.
"Please...continue punishing me," he whispered, his voice a desperate plea. His gaze locked on Venn's, not with defiance, but with aching vulnerability.
Venn sighed, his heart heavy with something he couldn't name. Guilt? Compassion?
Desire? He leaned in and kissed Velzra again, but this time, it was different. No longer rough or careless. It was slow, searching. Gentle.
He moved with care, adjusting to Velzra's body like he was learning him all over again.
"You can hold on to me," Venn whispered against his ear, voice low and protective, as if
offering shelter within the storm they'd created.
Velzra's fingers trembled as they clutched at Venn's shoulders, seeking something solid,
something real in the whirlwind of emotion. His breaths came in soft, uneven gasps, lips parted as his body adjusted to the slow rhythm.
Venn held him close, one hand splayed on the small of Velzra's back, guiding him with
deliberate care. His other hand gently cupped the side of Velzra's face, his thumb brushing over flushed skin.
"You're doing so well," Venn whispered, lips grazing Velzra's temple. "Just breathe...
I've got you."
Velzra whimpered softly, but it wasn't from pain anymore. It was a sound caught
between surrender and yearning. He pressed closer, his skin hot and damp
against Venn's as the tension slowly unraveled inside him. The sensation of
being filled, of being wanted, made his head spin.
Venn's lips traced a path from his temple down to his neck, leaving kisses that grew
deeper, wetter, lingering. He could feel Velzra shudder in response, his breath hitching as pleasure bloomed and tangled with the remnants of pain.
"Venn…" Velzra breathed, almost like a prayer, his voice cracking. "Don't stop…"
"I won't," Venn replied, voice low and rough, but no longer cruel. "Not until you forget
the pain. Not until you only feel me."
Their bodies rocked together, slow and deliberate at first, but with growing urgency.
Venn's hands roamed over Velzra's waist, his thighs, exploring every tremor and sigh.
Velzra tilted his head back, exposing his throat, and Venn took the invitation. He
kissed and bit gently at the tender skin, making Velzra moan softly, his nails digging into Venn's back. Each movement, each breath, pushed them closer to something that felt more than physical, something dangerous, overwhelming, and terrifyingly addictive.
"You feel so good," Venn murmured against his skin. "Too good…"
Velzra clung to him tighter, burying his face in Venn's neck. "Then take me...completely."
And Venn did, body, breath, and heart inching closer to a line neither of them could
come back from.
Velzra moaned helplessly, his fingers curling into the sheets as Venn thrust into him
with unrelenting precision, hitting that sweet spot over and over. Each movement sent waves of raw pleasure crashing through him, his mind fogging with heat and need.
"Ahh—V-Venn…!" he gasped, voice trembling, tears pricking the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming sensation. "I feel… something coming…"
Venn leaned down, his chest flush against Velzra's back, lips grazing his ear as he
whispered darkly, "Then come for me, pretty thing. Let me feel you fall apart."
Velzra whimpered, his face burning with embarrassment and arousal. "Do you… want to come inside me?" he asked, breath hitching.
Venn chuckled softly, voice thick with lust. "Only if you let me."
Velzra nodded shyly, submitting with a flushed expression, his body already trembling beneath the weight of Venn's desire.
"Good boy…" Venn growled, gripping Velzra's waist harder as he began pounding into him with deeper, faster strokes. His free hand reached around, wrapping tightly around Velzra's aching shaft and stroking it in rhythm.
The room filled with the sound of skin slapping, ragged moans, and the slick heat of their bodies moving in perfect sync. Velzra's cries grew louder, his walls
clenching desperately around Venn as he was pushed to the edge.
"Please—! I can't—!" Velzra sobbed, overwhelmed, body arching off the bed.
"Come," Venn commanded. "Now."
With a choked cry, Velzra shattered, spilling over Venn's hand, his stomach tightening
as waves of pleasure rolled through him. Venn groaned deep, pushing one final time before spilling inside, filling him with warmth and collapsing over him, breath ragged against his neck.
They stayed like that for a moment sweaty, trembling, their bodies tangled, before Venn
kissed the nape of Velzra's neck gently and whispered, "You did so well for me…"
Velzra lay beneath him, gasping for breath, his body still trembling from the force of his
release. His legs felt weak, his skin slick with sweat, and his mind swimming in a haze of ecstasy. But before he could recover, Venn pulled out slowly, only to push back in with a sudden thrust that made Velzra cry out, his body jolting in overstimulation.
"V-Venn—! I… I just—!" he whimpered, tears slipping down his cheeks as pleasure turned to unbearable sensitivity.
"Oh, I know," Venn purred darkly, licking the salty trail from Velzra's cheek. "But I'm not done with you yet…"
He gripped Velzra's hips, spreading him wider, watching with satisfaction as his own
release leaked out and coated his thighs. "You feel too good," he murmured, thrusting in again, slow at first, savoring the way Velzra's tightness clung to him, milking him greedily.
Each stroke dragged another whimper from Velzra's lips, his body twitching with every
movement. His cock, still sensitive, rubbed against the sheets as Venn pounded into him with increasing force, each thrust more brutal, more possessive.
"I want to ruin you," Venn growled, voice low and feral. "Until all you can think about is
me. Until you beg for it, even when it hurts."
Velzra sobbed under him, part pain, part desperate need. "I can't—please—" But even as he said it, his hips tilted up, begging for more, his nails clawing at the furs
beneath them.
"You can," Venn hissed, biting down on his shoulder, leaving a mark. "You will."
His hand slipped back around to Velzra's front, fingers curling around his cock once
more. To Velzra's shock, he was already hardening again, his body betraying
him, craving more even through the tears.
"That's it," Venn murmured darkly, his breath hot against Velzra's ear. "You're mine now. Say it."
Velzra's voice trembled, tears spilling freely now as his second orgasm started to build, even faster than before. "I'm… yours," he choked out, shaking under the weight of it.
"Louder."
"I'm yours!" he screamed as he shattered again, white-hot pleasure crashing through
his exhausted body. Venn groaned, slamming deep one last time as he spilled
into him again, biting down hard on Velzra's neck, claiming him in every way.
They collapsed in a mess of sweat, bruises, and heat, but there was still a hunger
in Venn's eyes, and Velzra knew… it wasn't over yet.
Velzra's body trembled, spent and aching, his breath shallow as he lay limp beneath
Venn. His skin was flushed, slick with sweat, marked with bruises and bites, living proof of everything they'd done. He thought it was over.
But then Venn pulled out slowly, watching his own release drip from Velzra's sore hole, and
something in him snapped.
"Look at you," he growled, gripping Velzra's hips and flipping him over effortlessly.
Velzra's dazed eyes widened, his body barely responsive. "You're dripping for me… and you think I'd stop now?"
"V-Venn… I c-can't—" Velzra whimpered, eyes glassy, lips parted in a mix of fear and
desire.
Venn's hand closed around his throat, not tightly, just enough to make Velzra feel owned and he leaned in, whispering against his lips. "Yes, you can. You'll take it. All
of it. Because you're mine."
Before Velzra could reply, Venn slid back in raw, relentless. Velzra's scream was
swallowed by Venn's lips, his body arching as the pain melted into twisted, overwhelming pleasure. His legs shook violently, his body trying to resist, but his heart and soul already surrendered.
Venn fucked him like a beast…rough, fast, slamming into him with punishing thrusts that left no room to breathe. His nails dug into Velzra's thighs, his teeth sank into his skin, and every growl that escaped him sounded more feral, more possessive than the last.
"You feel that?" Venn snarled. "That's me inside you. Claiming you. Again and again.
Until no one else can ever touch you like this."
Velzra's mind shattered under the onslaught. He couldn't think, couldn't speak, only
moan, sob, and beg incoherently as Venn took him harder, deeper. His cock twitched helplessly, already hard again from the sheer dominance forced upon him.
Venn reached between them, stroking him again with brutal, practiced rhythm. "You're
going to come for me one last time," he said, voice low and commanding. "Even if it breaks you."
Velzra sobbed, the build-up too fast, too much, his entire body clenching. "V-Venn—ah—! I'm… I'm—!"
He exploded with a scream, body convulsing in Venn's arms, tears streaming down his face. Venn didn't stop, not even then. He thrust faster, chasing his own finish, using
Velzra's trembling body like a man possessed.
And when he finally came with a deep, guttural groan, spilling everything inside him once more, he collapsed over Velzra, panting, trembling, and still wrapped around
him.
Velzra's body shook with aftershocks, completely wrecked and used, his throat raw, his mind hazy with submission and bliss.
Venn kissed the side of his face softly, voice hoarse. "You took it so well… my perfect
little ruin."