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“What’s that face for, mortal?”
Kirishima’s eyes widen at His words, his lips running loose while the grip on his bottom jaw held firm. Shock was clear in his dark red gaze and Bakugou’s glare amplified the surprised glint in his eyes through His hiked brow and inquisitive stare. “You didn’t think just because you did the bare minimum of what I asked you to do I’d actually let you into my kingdom, did you?”
But... you said...
Bakugou’s lips curl into His infamous sneers. “I said,” His fingertips dig into his jawbone, “I’m not done with your body. I still haven’t had my fill of you yet. I need to see what a worm like yourself is capable of before I even think of letting something as disgraceful as you step foot on my palace floors.”
He releases the pressure from his tight grip holding his jaws and Kirishima’s unceremoniously dropped onto the stony ground, landing with a hard thud. An ache swells in his backside and spreads down to the backs of his thighs, but his curiosity bundling inside of his stomach masks the throbbing sore, spreading instead a hint of fret to his nerves. What else did the god have in mind for him?
(Would he survive what his god had in mind?)
“Rise and strip for me, mortal.”
Bakugou’s authoritarian voice slams all of Kirishima’s thoughts to an abrupt halt, deepening his ever-growing curiosity at the same time. He follows the god of depravity’s orders with trembling obedience, the redhead nipping the soft flesh along his inner cheeks to distract himself from the tremors sacking his leg muscles. Bakugou’s gaze was sharper than blades as He raked them down Kirishima’s chest and the pants still sitting on his hips, the front darkened from a mixture of dried spit and cum.
Clamping his teeth onto his bottom lip, he sunk his fingers behind the waistband of his stained pants and pushed downward, urging the soiled clothing over his prominent erection and thighs. Kirishima wore nothing else underneath the pants, and without anything holding it back anymore, his cock sprung free, the pierced tip glistening wet and leaking heavily of precum.
Seeing how the king of sin’s scarlet eyes darkened urged his pace, the crimson fabric sliding down his calves like water and landing in a crumpled heap around his bare feet. Kirishima placed one foot forward, his other joining to stand before the small pile, and the discarded pants began burning wordlessly in a burst of bright blue embers, the minuscule sparks licking his Achille’s heels.
Being fully nude before the god, Kirishima felt... embarrassed. He almost began covering himself behind his hands, but the action would’ve accomplished nothing. The king’s omniscient eyes would have seen right through his feeble attempt. Just like now, brazenly gazing at the redhead with thinning and stretching pupils, dilating in rapid succession with gleeful appreciation. The mouth across His lower stomach curled widely and, on His face, His lips stretched even wider, almost reaching the corners of His serpentine eyes.
“Much better.”
The dual smirks and uttered praise on a simpering breath melts the lingering shame on his skin in a thick billow of steam, and Kirishima’s pulse heightened considerably, to the point where he could feel it in between his thighs. His body shook for a different reason now. “C’mere.”
A finger glinting in gold and bronze curves in his direction and Kirishima steps forward with an added sway to his hips, sliding onto Bakugou’s lap. As he straddles His massive thighs, the tip of His cock rubs down his sensitive shaft, the fleeting touch sending a deep shudder rolling down his spine to his backside. Two large and warm palms pull his body closer to Him, firmly sandwiching the thick organ against him where he could feel the pierced head nudge a little over his navel. Kirishima glances down, and his head swoons immediately.
The size difference was unbelievable. Kirishima was above average himself with a noticeable girth that would provide a decent stretch; but compared to the god of depravity, His cock completely overshadowed him, the tip standing three whole centimeters above his. It was almost comical, and had he not been overtaken with lust, Kirishima would’ve laughed at the staggering difference. His face twisted into a look bordering on a grimace the longer he stared, and a strained laugh eventually squeezed its way over his lips. C-Can... can it even fit?
His stuttering unspoken question brings a dark chortle gracing his ears, deep and raspy. One of Bakugou’s great hands comes down to rest upon his ass cheek, lightly smacking and teasing the plump muscle and urging a deepened sigh from the bowels of the redhead’s throat. “Is my slutty lamb ready to become my personal plaything?”
Kirishima bobs his head as fast as he humanly could, and his ears fill without another one of His throaty chuckles. The warm palm groping his ass swipes his left cheek. “Hmm, it still looks like you need to be taught some manners, mortal. Look at this mess you’ve made.”
Eyes of fire and sin fall onto the glistening trails of spittle and semen dried across the planes of Kirishima’s chest. Bakugou hums, “If you truly want to be my whore, then you’re going to have to learn what I mean when I tell you not to waste a single drop of my cum.”
His ass, still smarting from the two previous strikes, was held in a powerful grip, oval indents deepening into the skin from the god’s rings as they pushed into the malleable flesh. Kirishima’s lower body rose in His hands and his hands slid up the expanse of His chest to rest on His shoulders, holding close to the bejeweled neckband of the statement jewelry. Warm air blew over his collarbones and across his pecs, gooseflesh prickling where His breath met his skin. Bakugou’s lips parted, and His tongue slid over His bottom row of teeth.
Kirishima sucked in air through his nose, and then he released it in a quick, tight sigh. The velvety black muscle pressed onto his skin at its center first, starting at the bone making up his clavicle. It moves slowly, dragging over dried lines of fluids clinging to his skin, lightly brushing around the base of his neck before it retracted halfway back into its wet cavern. The long and smooth muscle then went to the jumpy skin around his nipple, dripping hot saliva around the pierced brown nub as it slithered up the plane of his left pectoral, pulling the dried remnants of His release off his red-tinted flesh. Kirishima whines softly at the wet feeling, the pleasure bringing another strong pulse at the base of his cock as the god dragged His tongue across his chest and clavicles.
All too quickly the god of depravity abandoned His task of ridding the mortal’s flesh of His spunk, His lips beginning to leave marks blossoming across his chest in deepening shades of red and light brown. For such a vulgar mouth, He had deceptively soft lips, Kirishima noticed. The sinfully plush lips circle around a spot at the base of his neck and suck, and Kirishima’s fingers dig into His nape. Deep whimpers fall from his lips as the god sucks a bright red bruise onto his skin, teasing it with His sharp teeth. Kirishima’s fingers had found purchase in the baby hairs growing on the base of His hairline before he pushed them into His scalp, digging into the darker blonde roots. Bakugou’s hair was softer than any cotton tilled by man, the back fuzzy and the top growing out longer and fuller. A hint of caramel was noticeable in the strands on top of His head and Kirishima buried his nose into the center, taking in the soft sugared scent through widening nostrils.
Lips wrapping around a pierced nipple raises Kirishima’s head again, a keening sound lifting from his parted mouth. The long tongue inside of Bakugou’s mouth felt like it wrapped twice around the studded nub, soaking the tip and areola before a deep suck pulled on the pebbling teat. His other pierced nipple wasn’t forgotten, the god bringing an extra hand to his other pec to grope at the hard muscle before teasing the bud until it was puffy and swollen from abuse.
“ Nnngh, my lord—ah, t-that feels, s-so... s- ssso good...” Kirishima’s teeth come down on his bottom lip through his stammering, a hard groan worming between them as Bakugou nipped at a hickey He sucked on his chest. A hum around the bruised flesh curls his toes into his bare soles from the pleasurable vibration. Bakugou pulls away from the bruised nipple with a wet sound, the noise going straight to the redhead’s aching cock, and He busies Himself with his other nipple, applying the same abuse to the already swollen nub.
Kirishima pants into His sweet-smelling hair. The god enjoyed Himself on his supple chest, leaving and reddish-brown and purpling bruises and irregular teeth marks on his skin. Between his thighs, a constant stream of clear precum leaked down his engorged cock, some of the silvery fluids sticking to the skin below his navel and dripping down his legs onto the girthy cock underneath him. Hot air brushed across the inner skin between his tremoring upper thighs, a hint of dampness moistening the fine ends of his dark black hair.
After several long minutes of biting and sucking, Bakugou finally pulls away from Kirishima’s chest, His lips curling in satisfaction. “There. Now that’s much better.”
Kirishima’s chest housed a collection of bruises on a ruddy crimson canvas, ranging from different shades of brown and red to purple and in an array of various sizes, some small with the largest on his pectorals. The muscles were sore after the attention given to them, but Bakugou’s prideful gaze eased the tender aches spreading across his chest, warmth suffusing down the redhead’s shoulders. He pressed that prideful smile into his bottom jaw, nipping at his skin until it turned bright red before applying His lips around the brightening mark.
Kirishima’s lips grace over Bakugou’s temple, sighing into the ashen-blonde baby hairs sprouting down His sideburns in a faux kiss. A deep chuckle pushes into his bottom jaw, “Trying to sneak in a kiss, my lamb?”
His eyes were now on him, vibrant irises encased in burning flames. “May I...?” Kirishima asks, his gazing traveling to His smirking lips. He already knew how soft they felt on his skin, but would it be different if they were pressed against his own mouth? Would they fit together seamlessly, like the missing piece to an unknown puzzle? Kirishima wanted to know, and his lips itched to find out.
However, His lips peeled into a deeper smirk above His wicked teeth. “I don’t think you deserve one yet.”
Kirishima’s whine only strengthens the god’s devilish sneer. “But since you want something in your mouth so damn bad, I’ll indulge you.”
A hand that was holding him by his hips pulls away to come to his face, and Bakugou rests two ringed fingers above the redhead’s bottom lip. “Open,” He commands, but Kirishima’s jaws were already parting, his tongue coming out to greet the thick digits entering his mouth. They press down on the center of the muscle, and Bakugou couldn’t help but snicker at how quickly the mortal took to sucking on them, lathing them in generous helpings of saliva. “That’s it, my lamb. Get them nice and wet for me.”
His head tilting slightly to His side, Bakugou nears Kirishima’s neck and licks a hot stripe up a flexing strip of muscle along his neck before His teeth come down on it, His lips following behind. Kirishima couldn’t even moan properly; a garbled sound tumbled around the invading fingers instead, choked and unintelligible. The sharp cold from the glittering accessories filled the wet cavern with a bitter metallic taste, and the gemstones studded in the bands dug into his fleshy tongue and into the roof of his mouth, but the mounting pleasure of having the god’s fingers in his mouth and teeth on his neck turned his discomfort into nonexistence. Bakugou sucked a trail of hot kisses from his jaw down to the base of his neck before He leaned away, satisfaction brimming in His gaze.
More bruises dotted Kirishima’s flushed skin. “You look beautiful like this,” He compliments him, Kirishima’s throat releasing a ragged sigh as his neck stung in various places at different degrees of pain. “I can waste an entire night marking you up like this. It’ll show those irrelevant bastards who my people belong to. Who they worship as their one true god.”
Bakugou slid His fingers from Kirishima’s mouth, bridges of saliva lengthening and snapping under the gravity straining their weight. At the same time, He pressed the drenched tips into the redhead’s pressure points just below his jaw, His eyes flashing ravenously, a deep simper taking to His throat. “But I’m hungry now, lamb. Your body will become my temple as I corrupt you, your holes a cock-sleeve to be filled with only by me. Soon, you will know of nothing else except for the feel of my cock ruining you and the taste of my cum on your pathetic lips as I use your body for my own pleasure.”
“Yes, yes, yes, my lord,” Kirishima’s breathy chants morphs into airy and barely recognizable syllables as the fingers on his jaw strengthen. His eyes roll to the ceiling and then to the back of his head, narrowly missing the god’s vision darken into onyx pools of carnal sin. His voice darkens into a timbre produced from the bowels of His guts, and goosebumps flare over Kirishima’s trembling spine.
“I’m going to devour you, lamb.”
A thick pulse forming in the center of Kirishima’s cock shoots into his churning nuts, and so much precum spills down his thighs, the redhead thinks he came on himself. His whine was full of wanton, his body yearning for the god of depravity’s corrupted promises. He wanted all of it, all of the king inside of him, stretching him out, ruining him beyond his human imagination. Kirishima wanted to ooze with His essence until His taste was permanently fixed into the back of his throat and his lips ran sticky with His divinity dripping off of them. He wanted to be thoroughly covered in the god of depravity until he wasn’t even human anymore.
A forceful swat onto his ass seals his gaze tight. “That’s right, beg for me. Beg for my cum, slut.” Kirishima’s wrench open and he gasps aloud as another harsh smack was delivered onto his reddening cheek. “Please! Let me have it, my lord, fill me with it, give me all of it, please, please, p-please!”
Smack! Another one, accompanied by a deep growl in the side of his neck. Kirishima rolls his head to the side as Bakugou removes His hand from his jaw, giving the god more room to lather teeth marks onto his skin, and He mumbles into his bruised neck, “Put your hands behind your back.”
Kirishima was a little reluctant to leave His soft hair, but nonetheless, he obeys his god. His hands pull away from cotton-soft and sweet-smelling hair, going to the center of his back. A large hand pins his wrist in a comfortingly secured hold where he rests them, and another palm crawls up the back of his right thigh, pinching the juncture of fatty muscle directly underneath his ass cheek and above his upper thigh. Silky lips and sharp teeth reach his left earlobe, nipping the pierced flesh.
Kirishima croons under the dual sensations, his lips curling into a shadowed curve. “Mmm, y-yes,” he breathes into Bakugou’s hair, the fingers groping his upper thigh traveling further up, teasing the silver metal studded in his perineum. “A-Ah,” they fondled his balls, “Ah, fuck yes, ahh,” another hand coming down on his other unattended ass cheek, an open-palmed smack ringing loudly inside of the chamber.
He made a cacophony of whines and sighs under the flurry of hands molesting his body, Bakugou softly snorting with amusement as He listened to them. Kirishima’s whines lowered into moans as His teeth went back to teasing the ivory pierced through his left lobe. The god’s fingers seemed to attack his body everywhere at once; all except for one place. He avoided even brushing the area, and Kirishima pathetically rutted his cock into Him, smearing a shiny mess onto His grinning abdomen. The action was swiftly met with a hard swat on his ass, and he whimpered, “My lord, please...”
“Patience, lamb,” Bakugou soothes his flushed skin, “you’ll be taken care of, I promise. I don’t go back on my word.”
Kirishima had begun to push his hips back into that comforting palm, but something traveling up the back of his leg stops him short. It rode up his other leg too; long and smooth and slightly warm, chafing over his raised leg hairs as they slithered up his calves and behind his bent knees, going up his thighs. Over the tender globes of his ass, they crawled at a lethargic pace up his back, Kirishima’s skin prickling in goosebumps as two thin muscles flicked over his skin at different intervals.
It didn’t take long for him to figure out what was climbing up his lower body. They came to his pinned wrists, Bakugou removing His hand at the same time they looped around them once, twice. Growing tight, squeezing right below his hands. Their journey not complete yet, the lengthy bodies circled Kirishima’s torso, slipping into the space between his bent arms. They slid into the tight space between his and the god’s chest, continuing to move at the same lackadaisical pace.
Kirishima glances down, his crimson gaze meeting four similar eyes in the center of two arrow-shaped heads. The golden serpents traveled up his chest before they came to an end to their destination before his swollen and bruised nipples, their forked tongues tickling the hypersensitive flesh. Kirishima flinches sharply, but a steady hand on the small of his back eases his nerves beginning to twist into a tight knot. “Relax,” Bakugou says with the slightest hint of authority in His tone, and Kirishima nods once.
The two snakes examine his chest with animalistic curiosity. A final flick over his tender nipples and black jaws flashed. Kirishima couldn’t even let out a breath of surprise; sharp teeth sunk into studded buds, piercing right through the flesh. Once their mouths latched onto his chest, they ran still, a glaze hardening over their vermillion eyes, dulling the vibrant irises into a glassy stare. That same glaze swept over their small heads and traveled down their long bodies, mattifying the glossy golden scales. They had begun to appear metallic, and their fangs felt as such.
The pain came to him seconds later, Kirishima keening into Bakugou’s chest. However, the sharp ache dulled and soothed into something bearable, borderline pleasing. Bakugou had cupped the underside of his pecs in a gentle grope, and Kirishima was surprised at how quickly a deep groan left his lips. “How do you feel,” the god purred, “is it good?”
“Yes, it feels good. So good,” Kirishima bobs his head, arching into His palms and into the serpents’ metallic mouths. Now the throb melted into pure arousal. “Heh.”
His smile teased at Kirishima’s inner organs, his curiosity at what He had planned for him making him shudder in barely contained anticipation. “It’s finally time I treat myself to what I rightfully deserve.”
Bakugou pressed one hand down onto Kirishima’s chest and he fell the rest of the way, letting the other hands guide his back to laying across His thighs and his head over His knees. With Him fully out of his gaze, Kirishima only saw the chamber’s ceiling and the shadows from the torches’ flames dancing across it. He had to rely on his senses of hearing and touch to keep up with what the god was doing to his body. Bakugou was dragging two hands up and down his torso and thighs, His other two hands pulling on his legs and bringing them to rest on His shoulders, sitting his calves parallel to His ears.
Two hands slid to the bottom of his rump, lifting his hips upwards. Kirishima’s heart beat against the front of his chest. Sultry air huffed and blew between his inner thighs and over his balls, spreading a warm flush to his cock lying flat across his stomach. He seals his eyes and lets out a soft sigh as two thumbs part his cheeks, another exhale of hot air whistling over his exposed hole, the outer rim flexing on itself as he was revealed to the god.
The suspense was steadily killing him on the inside. Bakugou thumbed around his asshole, occasionally pulling on the brown ring when it clenched on itself. Kirishima felt His predatory leer burn cinders into his florid skin, his toes trembling high above his head, and he let out a soft sound, a quiet plea for the god to devour him. The thick tip of His thumb breaches him only slightly, pulling the brown muscle further down, and Kirishima sucks in an arid breath down his throat. “So pink and pretty...”
Kirishima had only one millisecond to relish in the whispered praise, and then a thick and heavy velvety wet brushed over him. It slithered up his taint and over his balls, falling flat on top of his cock, the tip slathering hot fluid over his pelvis and stomach. Kirishima’s cock jumped shamefully from where it was pinned, his pulse pounding through the organ, and more precum squirted through the slit. The velvety muscle licked him from his lower regions again, going from his cock back over his balls and then down his taint and up the cleft of his ass. Kirishima felt his entrance flutter as thick fluids dripped around the brown ring.
“Talk to me, lamb,” Bakugou groans over his head. “How does it feel to be devoured by a god?”
Kirishima’s tongue was weighed down by the weight of his own arousal, his head and dick pounding with the flow of blood circulating through them. The larger tongue licking in between his legs and across his pelvis was short-circuiting his brain, turning him stupid. He could only garble nonsensical things in response, and Bakugou let out a short bark of laughter.
His second tongue dipped in between his legs for the third time. And then it dove into him. The thick and soft muscle pushed inside Kirishima with tremendous strength packed into the tip, breaching him with little resistance and driving in deep. Kirishima’s eyes flashed open, not even realizing they were closed, and he nearly curled forward, screaming the god’s name as his innards were licked in his intimate regions. “That’s it,” he hears Bakugou above his sharp voice, driving His second tongue deeper into his guts. “Scream for me, whore. Louder.”
The long tongue twisted tightly, drilling into his prostate. Kirishima clenched around the lengthy muscle with a thick sob on the back of his tongue, his legs squeezing around the god’s neck. He worked His second tongue in and out of the redhead, the tip hitting the ball of nerves deep inside his ass on every stroke, stimulating the sensitive organ and turning the man into a stuttering mess. Muscle spasms took over Kirishima’s thighs, reaching up to his toes, and he came hard on himself, an ache traveling through his balls and up to the tip of his cock. White spurted down his abdomen in long lines, almost reaching his bruised chest, and the massive tongue licked him through it, lapping at his guts and pushing further inward.
It was maddening. Kirishima felt as if he was going to faint on the god’s lap. From the amount of blood swirling inside his head from the upside-down position or the tongue rearranging his lower organs, he truly didn’t know. Bakugou licked him deeply once again and pulled His tongue from his ass, the tip hooking on his entrance. He spears him shortly after, a guttural groan rising from the bowels of His chest, the sound vibrating right on top of the redhead’s prostate. His cock was still rock hard after his powerful climax, showing no signs of softening as semen continued to drip down from the flared tip.
The god seemed to have His fill of devouring Kirishima as He retracted His tongue from him, the lengthy muscle pulling back into its dark cavern. A heavy shudder came down on Kirishima’s body. His hole was loose and puffy, globs of saliva drooling down the flexing rim. Two fingers easily slid inside his ruined asshole all the way up to the rings below the knuckles, the cold metal kissing the stretched outer rim. “By the gods little lamb, look how easy you swallowed me.”
Bakugou rubbed His fingertips into his pliant walls, snickering at the drained moan coming from His lap. “So soft,” He hisses in a sibilant drawl, fucking the mortal gently on His fingers, “and so, so warm.”
The wet squelches from his asshole curls his toes above the god’s ashen-blonde hair. A fresh bead of precum splashes onto his abdomen, pooling inside of his navel before trickling down his skin, more beads falling as he was on the god’s ringed fingers. They curled into his pillowy pink walls, creating beckoning motions into his overstimulated prostate, forming the perfect rhythm to turn his rough breaths into airy staccato whines. “Ah—haah—ah, a-ah...”
One of the god’s thick metal bands wrapped around His middle finger pops inside, spreading frigid cold over his walls. Kirishima hisses, “ Sss ... ssst —ahh,” but the ring thrusting in and out of repeatedly cuts his words off, mewling sounds leaving instead. “Ssstop, m-my lord, p-please stop. I can’t take it, it—it’s too much, please, a-aah....”
“‘Stop,’ this mouth says,” Bakugou clicks His tongue against the roof of His mouth. He scissors Kirishima’s fleshy walls, making room for a third finger to join, and smiles cruelly as the redhead whimpers from the overstimulation. “But look at how well this one sucks me in. So sweetly, like a suckling baby.”
As if to prove His statement, Kirishima’s hole winks around His three fingers, urging them deeper. Bakugou pushed His fingertips into the abused ball of nerves deep inside of him, a sob hiking in the back of Kirishima’s throat. “If I’m being honest,” He twists His fingers to the left, Kirishima pathetically whining out some variation of His name, “I think it wants something bigger. Isn’t that right, lamb? You need something bigger filling your holes, don’t you?”
His cock twitched and dripped at the god’s words. The glee in His voice was tangible, Kirishima feeling it burn into his skin. “Yesss,” He hisses, “I know it wants bigger. This isn’t enough for a slutty little lamb, isn’t it?”
He doesn’t wait on him to answer; His fingers hook into his soft walls, Kirishima feeling a wide palm spread underneath his back and pushing him up into a sitting position back on the god’s lap. He maneuvers his legs so they were once again straddling His thighs and Bakugou slid His fingers out of him, a ragged sigh leaving his shuddering chest as he was emptied of the god’s thick fingers. “I can give you bigger.”
His statement was met with His hands coming to his ass cheeks, spreading the muscles apart. A thick and long girth nestled in between them, pulsing on top of his wet and stretched hole, and Kirishima stifled a whimper of excitement, exhilaration and apprehension swirling in his dilating eyes. Bakugou matched his gaze with raw delight, licking away the thin lines of drool that managed to poke out from the corners of His lips from His earlier devouring. (How badly he wanted to kiss those lips...)
A smile peeled across sharp and curved teeth, glinting white in the abundant torchlight. It was his first and last warning. Bakugou aligns Himself below Kirishima with a hand at His base, and the tip pushed inside.
The large insertion sunk deep into moist heat, tight flesh and loosened muscles spearing and pulling apart around the bulbous thing. Kirishima’s throat thrummed in a high-pitched keen as he was penetrated, blunt fingernails biting into the soft skin of his palms, the wide tip spreading flames up to his trembling back. It should’ve hurt him; it should’ve torn him apart, but instead of pain all the redhead felt was euphoric delirium as he was breached by the god’s hardened girth, his hole fluttering around the massive intrusion.
“Mmm,” the god’s groan was deep and guttural in his ears, pushing into the back of his cranium. Another two inches of His pierced cock slipped into his walls, the barbell running underneath His tip pressing into nerves overstimulated from His deft fingers and tongue. A groan croaked from the back of Kirishima’s throat, and over it, Bakugou hums, “Even after all of that, you’re still so tight little lamb.” Another inch of engorged flesh breached him, two more barbells slipping over the ringed muscle. Kirishima glanced down, and his face balked. He still had so much more of Him to take.
His hips were raised in the god’s grasp, the tip still hanging inside of his wet heat, and He brings him back down, another rung squeezing inside of him. Kirishima drops his head backward, his thighs quivering. “Oh, g-gods,” a slight stutter echoed in his soft voice, breathy as more hard flesh speared him. A gentle chuckle blew into his ear. “I’m not even halfway inside, and yet my cock is already in your stomach.” Bakugou brings a palm to lay on Kirishima’s navel, feeling the outline of His presence inside of the mortal. “Look down, lamb. Look at how your body conforms to me.”
Kirishima obeys His order, and his eyes come to the hand pressing onto his stomach. Bakugou removes it, and a phenomenal sight opens before his gaze—a hump bulged above his belly button, distending his skin. The mass was a solid ball of lead, disappearing as Bakugou raised his hips and then pulled him down, pressing the hard tip tightly into his skin. The sight pulls a broken groan from Kirishima, and Bakugou sneers into the side of his neck. “Amazing, isn’t it?” He nods, it simply was marvelous how his body molded to the shape of Him.
Time lost itself to Kirishima as the god squeezed Himself into him. Picking him up and pulling him down in a never-ending cycle, a mission to pop every last inch of His girth through his tight entrance. He jerked and thrashed in His multi-grip, deep whines and shrill groans curling off his tongue as his body was made into a toy for the sinful deity. The repetitive ordeal felt like it was never going to end.
And then it does. Bakugou pulls Kirishima’s hips flush to His, and the redhead hissed in an open-mouth pant. His porcelain-gold skin ran feverishly hot underneath the backs of his thighs and ass, and His cock sat inside him like a massive weight pushing down on his organs, bloating his stomach outward and pinning down his innards. Bakugou wriggled His hips just barely, but the faint movement sent indescribable pleasure to Kirishima’s frantic nerves, and he came a second time, harder. So much semen sprayed, reaching the bruises littering his chest. He had never come so much or so hard in his life. Such were the powers of the god of depravity; just being in His presence enhanced him, and His natural abilities made it possible for Him to fully sheathe Himself inside of his mortal body without even a hint of pain or discomfort.
Bakugou pulls him halfway up His cock before He pushes him flush to His pelvis, and Kirishima grinds on His lap, wriggling as much of Himself as he could inside him. He buzzed with pleasure from the metal barbells sinking into his walls, internally branding him with their sharp touch, and his mind was dopey from the pheromones that were still prominent in the chamber’s air, the sweetened fumes surging the drugged emotion through his blood. He tried to fuck himself on the king, but the muscles in his legs couldn’t cooperate with his desires. Each time he tried to lift himself on his own they shook violently, forcing Bakugou’s hands to help him up His cock while he did the honors of sheathing himself on his own. Still, He obliged him without complaint, devilish mirth on His lips.
The air quality had thickened in the midst of their game, every molecule of oxygen cloaked in the pheromone’s sweet embrace. Each inhale was like fur in the back of Kirishima’s throat as he pulled the heavily perfumed air into his lungs, and it sent another wave of arousal thrumming to the center of his cock. Wetness hugged the oversensitive tip, and Kirishima groaned in a thick timbre, lines of white dribbling down the swollen glans. Bakugou’s second tongue licked up his dripping cock to his distended skin, soaked in perspiration. Kirishima’s skin had become so hot, the once burning saliva was now a pleasant coolness dragging across the quivering surface.
A thinner but equally long tongue pulled at the flushed skin running up the side of his neck. Just below his ear, it retracts, and he feels teeth on his pierced lobe, a sharp tug hitching his voice. An opened palm cracks across his bare ass cheek, and his hitched voice hikes into a sudden shrill cry. Bakugou had abandoned aiding Kirishima in fucking himself on His cock; His hips thrust with a purpose driven by His own selfish desires. He rammed into the mortal on His serpentine throne with a curved smile, growing fuller and more wicked as He listened to the pitiful grunts and whimpers that tumbled from the man’s parted lips.
Kirishima’s voice went from full-sounding syllables to staccato noises, his moans and gasps getting punched out of him from the thick cock beating his diaphragm. The assault lessened before they came to a halt, but only for a brief moment of time; during the sudden pause, Kirishima’s legs were pulled up and his calves were positioned once again over strong shoulders. The bent position gave way to a new angle that sunk His heavy erection into the deepest corner of his guts, and Kirishima screamed out only one word, a single title: “Master!”
Bakugou brutally slams his hips onto Him, pushing his guts into his stomach, a pleasing growl melting into Kirishima’s core. “Yes, I am your master, your king, your god. You belong to no one else but me. You are mine, I own you.”
Kirishima’s voice turned into a slew of slurred half-words and whiny groans, unable to properly communicate with his god. Bakugou laughs at his attempts, and He wraps His second pair of arms around Kirishima’s waist to pull him even closer to His body, folding the mortal into His lap. His thrusts turned savage, and Kirishima’s mouth dropped as the god battered his stomach with His cock, drool dripping down His collarbones and chest. The new angle lasted for a short while before Bakugou let up on His assault, and He stilled His hips after a deep stroke before He pulled Kirishima off of Him. The sound of His cock vacating his body sends a deep shudder as the organ rubbed over nerves raw from constant stimulation, and his loose asshole gaped above the glistening tip, thin strands of fluids bridging the outstretched ring to His head.
Kirishima hung his head to the god’s clavicles. His innards felt all out of place and his chest hurt, deep heaving breaths squeezing against his ribcage. Thick fingers cradled through the longer strands flowing down the back of his head, gently tugging him back so his eyes could look upwards. Bakugou’s carmine gaze was dark with lust and as they met, His vision glinted. “Don’t think about relaxing now, lamb. I’m just getting started.”
He spoke with so much clarity in His reverberating voice; meanwhile, Kirishima could hardly moan His name. The god’s lips curved into a coy smile as He began rising from His throne, keeping His grip secured around Kirishima as he maneuvered him in His grasp. His hold loosened as He lowered onto His knees, Kirishima’s bottom gracing the cold floor before his back did, the king laying him down smoothly. A quiet gasp rose from his lips from the piercing cold stone, but he was quickly turned over before his skin could get used to it, the frigid touch now spreading down his chest and torso. Large hands lifted his hips, his legs automatically spreading and bending, and another hand pushed him to the ground by the center of his back, pressing him into a deep arch. All of the cold was now gathered across Kirishima’s chest and the right side of his face, and a hot palm came down onto the back of his neck, swallowing his nape entirely.
He feels a heavy tongue loll over his ass and hole before it retracts, and then Kirishima’s speared all over again. Bakugou sunk right down to the base in the different position, His hips driving in with more force and pushing His cock past his beaten prostate, his bruised organs, all the way into the mortal’s core, carving it into the shape of Him. His thrusts rolled long and deep, punching out screams on every instroke and gasps on every outstroke. Kirishima’s mouth parted under the brute force, his tongue rolling over the side of his lips, and a pool of spit widened where his short breaths panted over, the taste of stone spreading across the tip of his tongue.
Bakugou sunk down to his arched back. Large jewels bit into his skin, but the pain didn’t register in Kirishima’s mind, too focused on the cock inside of him rearranging his organs on every thrust. He was aware of Bakugou’s hand sliding to the front of his neck below his jaw and felt his head being forced up, lifting his face off of the ground and craning it to the side. Soft lips graced his cheek, and Kirishima groaned under the strain as his neck twisted in the god’s hold. Bakugou huffs, “Look at me,” hot across his skin, craning Kirishima’s neck more, “look at me when I’m fucking you.”
He could just barely make out Bakugou’s face except for His eyes, the irises glistening in red and gold. It wasn’t enough for Him, however, Bakugou scoffing with almost an air of annoyance in His voice, and Kirishima’s world turned over, his view switching dramatically. The god of depravity loomed over his body, His great shadow totally engulfing him from his thighs to where his hair spilled around his head in a halo of dark crimson. While His face didn’t betray any signs, Kirishima saw how His chest heaved in and out, sweat glistening down His smooth skin. He was just as wrecked as he was, and the redhead felt great pride knowing he was the one who brought his god to this.
His thighs were pushed down until they were parallel to his ears, spreading a sinful burn in his lower muscles that danced on the border of pain and pleasure. “Do not take your eyes away from me when I’m fucking you, lamb.”
“Y-yes, Master...”
Bakugou’s eyes raked down Kirishima, drinking in the flushed, quivering skin that turned into a beautiful shade of crimson. He licked His lips; Kirishima was folded perfectly for Him like those salted bread twists his kind snacked upon. It was downright hypnotic to see, and it brought a heavy twitch to His balls He hadn’t felt for Himself in almost two millennia, since He was born from humanity's depravity. Bakugou realigned Himself and pushed inside of the mortal, slicing the pliant muscle and shoving inside, all the way to the hilt.
His thrusts started slow and deep, but they picked up in speed and in power, turning into a piston and driving His cock up into the man’s chest. Bakugou’s name rolled off of his tongue in an unintelligible slur of sounds, and the god scoffs, “Fucking pathetic. Can’t even say my name anymore.” He grabs a hold of Kirishima’s bottom jaw, His fingers almost crushing the bone, and he smirks, “But it doesn’t matter. I prefer you like this, lamb. You make some of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard.”
Kirishima lets out a gorgeous whine. “Yes, yes, sing for me. Let me hear your voice, slut.”
Kirishima lets out a beautiful symphony of moans that were music to Bakugou’s ears, and He growls in rapture. His hefty weight falls on top of Kirishima’s body, their chests sealing together by a line of sweat, melding the two bodies into one. Kirishima’s thighs were deeper to the ground, his knees to his shoulders, thick arms caging around his head. Fingers tangle themselves into his long hair, blunt nails digging into his scalp. But he keeps his eyes fastened onto his god, never blinking or straying away from His face. “Good boy,” Bakugou licks up his neck, to his jaw, smiling through the action.
Sharp, staccato slaps of flesh smacking flesh; heavy grunts, breathy whines; and a dark, raspy chuckle was all that was heard in the chamber. The harmonic succession echoed down the long passage to the outside world, any passersby that happened to come across the cave clearly hearing the events that went on inside it. The flames burning along the curved walls seemed to jerk in time of the god’s thrusts as they grew sloppy, their steady rhythm turning erratic. Kirishima thought he had seen fissures crackling across the ceiling behind Bakugou’s head as His pace wavered.
The god brought his attention back towards His face. His eyes had gotten closer, and Kirishima felt His lips hover over his, occasionally brushing together in a fleeting embrace. Kirishima leaned forward, but the god pulled back, snickering at the sound of his raspy whine. “M-Master...” His snarl pierces through his ears, and soft lips collide into his mouth.
Kirishima’s surroundings fade from his mind at the exact moment the god kissed him. If it could’ve even been called a kiss—it was more like a crushing embrace of lips and teeth, bone clacking against each other. But Kirishima took it anyway, pushing down the sharp pain and focusing on only how soft and tender the god’s mouth felt on top of his. And yes, their lips were a perfect mold together, slotting together like two pieces of a missing puzzle, finally finding one another. His eyes lidded over as Bakugou nipped his bottom lip, and Kirishima’s toes curled inward as a long tongue slid to the back of his throat, licking past the tight muscles.
Bakugou drags His teeth over the swollen flesh along his bottom lip, nipping it sharply. “Cum with me, mortal.” A demand Kirishima gladly obeyed. Bakugou angled his head to kiss him deeply again and one of His hands went in between their squished bodies, engulfing his stiff and leaking cock. Kirishima’s balls squeezed together at the contact and he came way before Bakugou could even get a thrust in, clamping around the god and spilling in between His jeweled fingers.
Bakugou growled humorously into his mouth. His breathing grew urgent, His thrusts barely cognate, bordering more on careless drags, the barbells pulling over the ringed muscle. Kirishima whined for air around His tongue, and thick fluid rushed into his guts, spilling around the thrusting shaft and onto a spot beneath his ass. Bakugou comes with a savage growl reverberating inside of the redhead’s mouth, the harsh sound fissuring the chamber’s walls and ceiling and knocking out the scarlet and blue flames burning on the torches. Darkness befell over mortal and god for less than a brief moment of time before the soft light returns, chasing the shadows back into their corners.
The force of His orgasm hits Kirishima like a beast, flooding his internal organs with its viscosity. Bakugou sucked on his lips as He emptied every last drop of semen into Kirishima, pinning his trembling figure to the floor as heavy spurts shot from His balls and into his stomach. It lasts for several long minutes and by the time it was over, Kirishima could barely breathe, his stomach bloated with godly sperm. “Ah, fuck...”
Bakugou pulled back with a hoarse sigh, His softening cock retracting out of the redhead with a deep squelch. Kirishima clenched around nothing, and then his hole relaxed, dispelling a thick stream of white down his ass crack, widening a mini pool of sperm collecting below him. He felt Bakugou’s nose against his cheek, but the weighty cum sloshing inside of his distended stomach dragged his eyelids downward. He was exhausted, thoroughly drained after the beating his body withstood, and now all Kirishima wanted to do was pass out.
He did, shortly after. He didn’t know how long he was out. It could’ve been minutes, or maybe hours, or maybe even days. When he came to, the god was no longer on the ground with him but back in His throne, pants pulled up His crossed legs. Kirishima sat up, a haggard groan running over chapped lips. He was so full, oh gods. His lower abdomen sagged with cum, and there was already so much puddling below his thighs. His cock was a limp organ, the tip purpling, veins still prominent down the reddened shaft. It lay wet and useless across his thigh, sticky with various fluids.
He licked his cracked lips and croaked experimentally. “Next to your right hand,” the god of depravity’s sultry voice purred.
Kirishima turned his head to see a golden goblet by his fingertips. It registers in his mind that both of his arms were free, the golden serpents keeping him bound having slithered off back to wherever they came from. The goblet had resembled the serpents the more Kirishima stared at it. The handle was formed from the snakes’ long bodies, twisting around each other in a double helix to the bowl, where their twisted bodies formed the actual cup holding the clear liquid.
Pushing himself up to his elbow, Kirishima reached for the metallic cup and managed to drag it towards him without spilling the contents inside of it. He raised it to his lips, a little spilling over his fingers, but a majority of it poured into his mouth. Kirishima drank until the cup was empty and sat the goblet next to his thigh. It shook and trembled, and four eyes brimmed to life. The goblet knocked over on its own, the bowl and handle disassembling, and two black forked tongues flickered from golden jaws. The serpent slithered towards the metallic throne, crawling up the god of depravity's leg and disappearing over His thigh.
Kirishima could only blink after the whole ordeal. “This is the part where I say, ‘welcome to my kingdom. As of tonight, you’re one of my whores,’”
Mirth sparkled across his eyes. Bakugou sneered behind a hand covering His lips. “But after all of that, making you one of my whores isn’t good enough.”
His mirth dies on his face, and Kirishima turns to the god crestfallen, his voice rasping, “B-but, but I—”
“Quiet, you idiot. I’m not done talking.”
Kirishima clamps his mouth shut. “Someone like you being just another whore of mine would be a waste. So, I have a better proposition for you.” Bakugou leaned forward in His throne, clasping two hands together.
“I’m going to make you a god, and you will become my queen.”
His expression was calm, whereas Kirishima’s eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets. A god? He was going to become a god? An actual god, on the same level as his king? Somehow, knowing he was going to become Bakugou’s queen didn’t sink into Kirishima’s mind as much as hearing this. He was going to stand shoulder to shoulder with the other gods, and he was going to be right next to His king at the same time, as His—
“Don’t think just because you’ll be a god, you’re suddenly my equal, lamb. My whores will worship and tend to you as they tend to me, but I am still your absolute ruler. You will obey me just like the rest of them.”
His brows knitted together, wrinkling the small patch of skin between them. “Do you understand me?”
Ah, but the disappointment didn’t saturate the redhead. His quick answer relaxes the god’s scowled brows and He curves His lips. Bakugou rose from His serpentine throne and approached the man, each step thundering in his ears, power resonating through his body. Kirishima repositioned himself into a kneeling position when the god’s shadow fell over him, and he tilted his head downward, glancing at the white stained floor. Fingers card through his hair, caressing the back of his head. “What is your answer, mortal?”
It was obvious. “I accept, my lord. I’ll follow your every command and service you whenever and wherever you need. I gladly sacrifice everything to you, King Bakugou, and will live as your queen in your heavenly kingdom, devoting my body to giving you the utmost pleasure.”
Bakugou’s voice returned after he spoke his vows, thick and syrupy. “I’m going to make you into the finest queen those other bastards have ever seen.” An unsettling, depraved grin, “They will be jealous knowing that a mortal will have more power than they ever will.”
His hands come to his shoulders, hooking below the mortal’s arms. Kirishima was hefted off the ground like a weightless sack and tossed over His shoulder, his arms dangling down the god’s back. He felt a gentle tap on top of his reddened ass cheek, gently kneading into the sore muscles. “To your new home, Eijirou.”
The god of depravity disappears from His chamber of debauchery, taking His red-haired prize with Him on His shoulder. As proof of His existence, a puddle of semen was left behind, glowing red and blue from the dancing light of the torches.