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Blake’s mouth was on theirs as he walked them up against the hallway wall, pressing his knee between theirs. They gasped against his mouth as he slid his hands up their waist, thumbs pressing into their skin. They reached up and threaded their fingers through his hair, tugging hard so that he had to step back. They walked backwards, pulling him towards the bedroom.
“Bed. Now. Please.” The words passed as breaths through their lips and Blake obeyed without question. They crashed together again, falling onto the soft mattress. His lover’s legs were wrapped around his waist, hands pulling his shirt up over his head. He pushed them further up on the bed, shoving a pillow behind their head, his mouth moving to their neck.
A voice echoing in his mind gave him pause.
You really think you can please your little pet. I let you indulge for the sake of obedience, but this is pathetic.
“Shut up.” Blake’s hands dug into the sheets on either side of his lover’s head, his breathing heavy as they cupped his face. He didn’t realize that he had spoken out loud until their hands were on him.
“Blake?” He blinked when they said his name, trying to focus on the scene at hand and not the voice itching at the back of his mind. They looked worried and it made his chest feel tight. He sighed and nodded, pressing his forehead to theirs.
Put them to sleep. Now. You know the cost of disobeying.
Blake gritted his teeth but images of his lover gasping around his hands on their neck floated through his mind. He had no choice and he knew it. He bit his lip before leaning back and putting on the best smile he could muster for them.
“Do you wanna do this in the dreamscape? I have some ideas.” His voice came out steadier than he felt, but he felt some of his anxiety loosen when they grinned. They nodded emphatically and he slid off of them, laying next to them instead. He picked up their hand and began tracing patterns on their forearm. “Just close your eyes.”
They obeyed and he followed suit, letting dream magic wash over both of them. His breathing slowed and although he wanted to hold onto consciousness so badly, the Sovereign in his mind took hold of his magic and plunged him under.
He blinked and they were in the dreamscape. A decadently decorated room waited for him, and his lover undressed on the silk sheets. They smiled warmly, like they had been waiting for him to show up. He stepped forward, pausing at the way the ground shook under his feet. He looked down to see his form had changed dramatically, monstrously.
He took up most of the room, parts of his skin covered in scales, hands curving into claws and mouth full of sharp teeth. He tried to speak but it came out as a guttural, growling noise. A heavy cock swung between his legs and his lover licked their lips as their eyes scanned his form. He knew somehow that his face was still mostly his, the way their eyes lingered there giving him confirmation. They spread their legs a little further, showing off the mess between their thighs. He jerked forward but something in him yanked a mental chain in his mind.
Ah, ah. You are not in charge. Let me show your little pet what a god can do.
Blake’s body moved without his control, crossing the room in two strides and crawling over his lover’s body. He didn’t know if he wanted to fight or give in, seeing them sprawled out on the bed with their legs spread for him was overwhelming, intoxicating. He felt another pull as his huge clawed hands gripped his lover’s thighs, easily wrapping around them as his head dipped down. A long thick tongue unfurled from his mouth, sliding between fangs and lapping at their heat.
They moaned loudly, back arching off the bed as that tongue lapped at them and pressed into them. Despite not being in control, Blake could taste them on his tongue and he groaned against them. He pushed the god’s control away, shoving his tongue further into them, savoring their moans and whimpers as they trembled and came on his face. The god wrenched back control, his body moving forward. That heavy cock between his legs was hard. It took up half of his lover’s torso.
The dreamscape is the only thing that settled Blake’s nerves as D’Deridahn settled between his lover’s legs, cock pressing against their entrance. It looked too big compared to their small frame underneath this new body, and he felt his muscles swell further under the god’s influence. He felt the god’s need to show his power, to show his hold over Blake and the Seer could do nothing but let him.
His lover’s eyes shot wide open when he pressed into them, the head of his cock stretching them further than they’d ever felt before. They whimpered, hands balled up in the silk sheets and squirming. Blake let his magic wash over them, using the dreamscape to modify their body to be more accommodating to him. They yelped when he pushed several inches into them, a whine turning into a shaky moan as he kept going.
When he finally bottomed out in them, his monster cock bulged in their stomach. He ran his claws lightly over their skin where it was visible, breathing heavily as the feeling of them squeezing around him threatened to drag him into an orgasm. The god in his head steadied him, forced him to hold it down. His hips moved without his control, hands tilting his lover’s hips up to reach deeper inside of them. He had the overwhelming urge to see them broken and crying underneath him and he couldn’t tell how much of that was him or the god.
It suddenly didn’t matter as his lover rolled their hips against him, a growl spilling from him. He couldn’t help it or maybe it was the god’s grip on his mind, his control slipped and he was pounding into them, hips snapping against their fragile frame as they cried out. His claws dug into their soft skin, blood spilling down their thighs as they gasped and looked for anything to hold on to.
He shifted back, pulling them into his lap and fucking up into them, bouncing them on his cock easily. They grabbed for his shoulders, tears spilling down their cheeks as he impaled them over and over again. It sounded like they were calling out his name, then D’Deridahn and back again but the blood rushing in his ears was too loud for him to make it out. He shook away the thought that they enjoyed knowing he was only partially in control, focusing on the sensation of his cock filling them up instead.
He felt his orgasm building, growls and groans mixing with his lover’s whines and whimpers. He felt their muscles tense for a moment before they tipped over the edge. They cried out as they came around his cock, Blake crushing them to his chest as he spilled into them. They trembled and twitched as they came back to themself, Blake laid them out gently on the bed. He felt the god retreat in his mind, giving him control as he shifted back to his own body. He collapsed next to them, pulling them to his chest and burying his nose in their hair.
“You can tell D’Deridahn I don’t mind if he wants to join us.” The words were half mumbled against his bare skin, and he almost thought he misunderstood, but the way the god laughed in the back of his mind told him otherwise.
His blood boiled. But if it kept them safe, he could endure the humiliation.