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Conquest sees the son of Nolan’s tears over the pretty girl he ruined and it stirs something deep and hungry inside him. He was already enjoying their fight in many ways, and now he feels the familiar perversity of his sadistic taste make his cock twitch.
The boy manages to shatter his prosthetic arm, but the material is strong enough to rend even Viltrumite flesh, and he uses Mark’s shock at the destruction of his own arm to pin the masked teenager to the ground by his neck.
Conquest whispers in his ear his deepest, darkest secret. The only ones who are allowed to hear his intimate thoughts are his playthings right before he annihilates them.
“You know, I’ve never seen a Viltrumite cry before,” Conquest purrs, and he licks a stripe up the boy’s face to taste the trail of salty fluid. Mark recoils in disgust.
“I have seen countless other inferior species cry as I destroy them and it does little to move me, unless they’re exceptionally pretty,” he explains, feeling Mark writhe beneath him as his cock starts to engorge with blood. “But to break a Viltrumite? To see one of our own shed tears is… a rare and enticing treat.”
“Fuck you,” Mark spits, and a spray of blood hits Conquest in the face. He licks his lips and shudders in pleasure. The warmth of the lithe body beneath him excites him, and he decides to take the boy up on his offer.
“It’s been a while since my prey has fought so well and yet been so vulnerable,” Conquest said. Over the centuries he’s lived, he oscillates through periods of novelty and boredom when raping his conquered foes. “For that you have my attention.”
Even with one arm, it takes no effort to flip the teenager over like a sheet of paper. Mark grunts as his face hits the ground and he tries to lift his hips to gain any leverage at all, but Conquest buries his fist in the boy’s hair and smashes his head into solid rock a few times until he’s dazed.
Conquest trails his hand down the slender, exposed back of the young Viltrumite, delighting in his squirms and groans of discomfort. He wants to wring all the fun out of his toy he can before he ends this.
He shrouds the boy with his hulking, muscular frame and brings his hand around to tweak at a nipple. Mark gasps and convulses, but cannot throw off Conquest’s massive weight. He suffers the indignity with little whimpers, frowning. The veteran Viltrumite hopes he cries again.
He takes his time feeling up the lightly muscled pectorals and abs, then skates his hand down the boy’s pelvis to cup his inner thigh, enjoying the wiry fibers of whip-cord power beneath his fingertips, and the tease of not quite touching him where he means to yet. He groans as he hears the hitch in Mark’s breathing – proof that he knows what’s coming and is accepting his fate.
Conquest breathes into the teenager’s ear and traces the shell with his tongue. Mark yelps and tries to turn his head, but the older man pins him with his chin and continues to lick all around the delicate cartilage.
“You’re sick!” Mark cries, tense and huffing in breaths like a scared animal.
“So they tell me,” Conquest agrees, then snakes his tongue into the ear canal in a sensual parody of what he’s about to do.
“N-NUUGHH!” Invincible reacts as if he is about to scream no and then realizes the futility of such a demand. Instead, he can only vocalize nonsense sounds in frustration.
He chuckles, finally bringing his hand up the boy’s groin and massaging the soft bulge behind his thin suit.
“Nn-nnn,” Mark whines, a hint of panic creeping up in his voice now. This only makes Conquest harder, so he starts grinding between the boy’s firm cheeks, prodding behind his balls with the tip of his slickened cock, only two tantalizing layers of skin-tight fabric between them.
Conquest gnaws at the boy’s ear and stops fondling his cock so he can tug the seam of his broken suit with such force that it tears right off, leaving his pert ass exposed.
He can see Mark’s ruined hands flex and flail as if they could support his weight and help him escape.
“I find it both intriguing and pathetic that you would cry for another like that,” Conquest admits, thinking of the girl in a gorey heap behind them somewhere.
“I find it pathetic that you would only cry for yourself,” the teen snaps back. Well, he hasn’t cried, but he did admit that he’s thought about it. Perhaps it would be cathartic.
“Does it feel good?” he asks, elbowing Mark’s back once for good measure to keep him down as he pulls his own leggings beneath his loincloth down.
The teen grunts as more ribs crunch into his organs and he coughs up a stream of blood. He’s wheezing and panting now as Conquest lines up his eager cock with the boy’s twitching pink hole.
He is going to ruin him.
Conquest braces his hand on the young Viltrumite’s hip and his profusely leaking cock slicks the way for him to breach that first tight ring of muscle.
"Tell me how it feels to get fucked in your own grave."
They both shudder – Mark braces and Conquest sighs.
At first, it doesn’t look as if it will go in – the size difference between his massive cock and the boy’s hole is laughable. But anything can be breached with enough power.
He continues to push and Mark doesn’t disappoint – he screams as he’s forced open around Conquest’s harder-than-steel length.
Mark brings his elbow underneath his face to bury his cries of anguish.
“No, I – ” Conquest stammers, breathless, “I want to hear you and see you. Don’t turn away from me.”
The rebellious teen doesn’t move, other than to shake around the breach of his petite body. Having only one hand for this makes things difficult.
Still, he wrenches the offending arm behind Invincible’s back and breaks it in another place for good measure. Mark grits his teeth and wails. Finally, he can see his face. Conquest pulls at the arm as leverage to start thrusting his way deeper into the boy’s battered body.
He looks obscene, ass arching in agony out of his torn suit as he’s stretched around the intimidating girth of Conquest’s cock.
“I don’t think you’ll tear,” Conquest says. “Most do, but unless I increase the friction considerably, you’re sturdy enough to take me.”
Mark cries out miserably, probably finding no comfort in this fact. After all, it must still hurt like hell.
After a few thrusts, he bottoms out inside the taut teenager. Mark’s shaking uncontrollably now and keening like a wounded kitten.
“Will you cry for me again?” Conquest asks huskily, feeling pulses of arousal feed into his cock.
“Not a chance!” Mark tries to shout – but it comes out gurgling as he coughs through it – defiant until the end, painting his grave red. He’s got to admit, he’s impressed by the kid.
Conquest only sees this as a challenge and grasps Mark by his silky hair, holding his toy’s head up like a broken bobblehead, then pistons into him like a machine without mercy.
It’s pure bliss to have the immediate satisfaction of the boy’s hot walls stroking and squeezing him so tightly. He can thrust as hard and fast as he wants without his conquest’s flesh disintegrating in loathsome frailty.
Mark is whimpering, held up only by Conquest’s grip on his hair, arms dangling in front of him uselessly. His jaw hangs open in surprise and overstimulation. His lungs can’t even muster screams anymore, the air punched out of him with every savage thrust.
He increases the power behind his already-brutal pace, wanting it to hurt as much as possible. If he can’t make him cry again from emotion, then perhaps he can do it with sheer pain.
The boy’s whimpers are punctuated with gasps of agony and he thinks he’s close.
“I should have done this to your pretty girlfriend, too,” Conquest goads, “and made you watch.”
Invincible growls at the provocation and tries to tear his head away from the unyielding grip. He only manages to wrench his scalp away from his skull, yelps, and promptly goes limp in defeat.
Conquest’s heavy thighs and balls slap against Mark’s ass until the boy’s knees dig into the earth beneath them. He watches the kid’s cheeks reddening from the speed and impact.
He drops Mark’s head unceremoniously and his face slaps to the ground on his cheek. He’s heaving and choking on his own blood.
“Shhh, shh, it’s okay,” Conquest murmurs, “It’s okay to let it all out. It feels good to cry, right?”
He slows his pace, but punctuates each thrust with explosive force. The boy winces as his insides are violently pushed aside to accommodate the size of him. The veteran's cock is halfway up his gut.
Conquest reaches beneath him to twist the boy’s limp cock, and this does get him to squeal like he’s on the brink of his endurance.
“This will be over even sooner if you cry for me,” he assures him.
Invincible grits his teeth and though Conquest lights up to see his eyes watery with unshed tears, they do not fall.
He changes tactics and leans down to start sucking on the boy’s neck. Mark gasps and twitches, ruined arms splayed wide, too exhausted to try and resist anymore.
Conquest knows more than one way to break his toys.
He changes the angle of his thrusts, aiming down towards the boy’s cock to hammer at his prostate.
The change is instant. Mark squirms and shifts his hips like he’s trying to get away. Conquest clamps an iron fist around his hip and doubles down on the angle.
“H-hah - ha,” Mark’s breaths come in panicked little pants and his eyes go glassy. It’s not long before he can’t help but react in a way he can’t control.
“It’s biology,” Conquest brags. “Unavoidable. Doesn’t matter if there’s pain. When I take you down, you’re just my little fuck toy.”
The boy starts whimpering again, but the tone changes into something helplessly sultry.
“Unghhh,” he groans in frustration and unwanted relief. His eyes roll back.
“You like that?” Conquest nettles, stops his inhuman pace to grind his cock against the boy’s prostate in circles, then reaches around to stroke at his half-hard cock.
“Nn, nn,” he keens, arching and writhing. But escaping Conquest’s cock only thrusts him further into the man’s hand, and avoiding his hand only impales him further on his cock.
Conquest watches his thick rod disappear into that tight ass over and over again, stroking the teen’s cock until it’s hard and dripping for him. He fists the boy’s flesh at a rapid pace until he gives up resisting completely and melts into a boneless heap beneath him. Mark’s mouth falls loose and soft sounds of capitulation escape him at last.
“That’s it,” Conquest encourages, resuming the breakneck pace of fucking him. Invincible loses himself.
“Who would have thought Nolan’s son would moan like a bitch in heat while getting raped?”
Mark snarls in protest, but can’t stop moaning.
“You’re a nice, snug cocksleeve,” Conquest continues, now so aroused that it’s difficult to hold himself back from cumming. “It’s a good thing I didn’t finish you off right away.”
He starts biting and suckling at Mark’s neck, who twitches like he was going to flinch, but can’t quite muster the energy.
“You’re going to cum on my cock, slut,” he commands, arranging and playing with his toy like it’s an extension of himself – a warmer prosthetic.
The boy’s moans increase in volume and desperation, so he doubles down on his stroking, slathering Mark’s ear with his tongue and violating him as deeply as possible.
Finally, finally, he starts sobbing. His hips jacknife into his palm and Conquest wrings out his ejaculation with an unyielding grip. He keeps stroking, the slick from the boy’s cum letting him glide with frictionless ease to further milk him.
Mark is beyond words and can only scream in overstimulated pleasure as Conquest rams into him to force out every last drop from the still-spurting cock. He’s gasping and sobbing, and to Conquest’s utter gratification, there are tears streaming down his face – from shame or relief, it didn’t matter. His black lashes are wet and sparkling, his face splotchy like he's blushing. Those eyes are dark and anguished, and the one that isn't swollen and purpled with bruising is such an interesting shape – he's never seen another Viltrumite like him.
“Good boy,” he coos, letting his pace go sloppy and uncoordinated as he chases his own pleasure.
The teen lets out another choked sob and squeezes his lovely eyes shut.
Conquest roars as he cums explosively into the half-intact body under him. He squeezes Mark’s balls as he releases inside him and it feels like an eternity that he’s on the peak of the tallest mountain that no one can reach him on. He shivers in profound satisfaction, almost moved to tears himself.
As he licks the corner of Mark’s eye on his come down, both of them spent and heaving, he thinks that this might be his favorite conquest yet.