Clipped (The Clipped Saga Book 1)

by Devon McCormack

  Dedrus struck at Craetis again. He dodged the attack. Kinzer and Deter’s swords clashed.

  Gotta get to the second floor, Kinzer thought, before it’s too late.

  As Deter pulled his sword back, Kinzer grabbed his cup of coffee and chucked it at Deter.

  The coffee exploded like a grenade across his face.

  “Fuck!” Deter cried, smoke rising around the scalding coffee.

  Kinzer made haste. He dashed into the adjoining bookstore and up the stairs to the second floor.

  Wide-eyed patrons gasped and screamed as he passed them, his sword bobbing about as he ran.

  The second floor was a labyrinth of bookshelves. Kinzer caught a glimpse of Mika. He had an arm around Maggie and his hand over her mouth as he pulled her around a shelf in Home & Gardening. She slapped at him with her magazine.

  Kinzer raced around the shelf. “Stop right there!” he ordered.

  Mika whipped around, maintaining his hand over her mouth. He chuckled. “Sloppy, sloppy,” he said, shaking his head.

  “Thank you, Kinzer,” Vera said, walking alongside Kinzer, making her way to Mika, “for watching her for us.”

  She flashed beside Mika and Maggie, wrapped her arms around them, and disappeared.

  “No!” Kinzer exclaimed. This didn’t just mean the end of Maggie. It meant the end of the Antichrist…which meant the end of the resistance against the Christ…which meant the end of the world.

  In a single moment, he felt like everything that he and Janka had worked so hard for had been stripped from him.

  He hurried back downstairs to find Dedrus. His heart ached. Dedrus met him at the bottom of the stairs, sweat sliding across his temples.

  “Vera just teleported Deter and Craetis outta here.”

  “She got her,” Kinzer said, his heart steadily sinking.

  Dedrus panted as he tried to catch his breath. Sirens blared outside. Through the front windows, Kinzer saw cop cars lining the sidewalk. Officers filed out like they were clown cars. Blue and red lights blazed.

  “We gotta get out of here,” Kinzer said.

  From a nearby bookshelf, Maggie stepped out, her eyes wide.

  “They gone?” she asked.

  “What the—” Dedrus started.

  “Fie!” Kinzer exclaimed. He felt bad that he’d been so hasty in assuming that he’d sold them out. “He must’ve…but…where’s your magazine?”

  “That old lady you were talking to took it,” Maggie said.

  The doors to the cafe and the entrance to the bookstore burst open. Policemen stormed in.

  “We can chat about this later,” Dedrus said.

  “Can you get us outta here?” Kinzer asked.

  “I sure fucking hope so. Get in front of me and run.”

  “Drop your weapon!” an officer screamed as the other policemen streamed through the doors and positioned themselves around the front and side of the store.

  “Sir, don’t move, and drop your weapon. Sir, move and I will be forced to fire.”

  Dedrus’s wings fanned out, effectively concealing Maggie and Kinzer.

  “Fire! Fire!”

  The sound of gunshots filled the air.

  Bullets ricocheted off Dedrus’s wings as he, Kinzer, and Maggie bolted up the stairs. Maggie held her baby bump as if her movement was about to make the baby drop out of her.

  “The window!” Dedrus exclaimed.

  On the other side of the store, a window stretched out, looking out at a shopping center across the street.

  As they raced toward it, Dedrus’s wings tucked close. He slipped between Maggie and Kinzer. His wings fanned out again, curling in a ball around him as he threw himself into the window.

  The glass broke into large chunks that crashed to the ground, hitting the pavement outside with a—

  CRASH!

  Dedrus flapped his wings, circling back into the bookstore.

  The officers raced up to the second floor. Dedrus wrapped his arms around Kinzer and Maggie.

  “Hold on,” he ordered.

  “Oh, fuck this!” Maggie exclaimed.

  Before she could object any further, she, Kinzer, and Dedrus were soaring through the air, gliding toward the shopping mall across the street.

  Chapter Nine

  Kid splashed the warm spring water onto his abdomen and rubbed it into his muscles. He stepped deeper into the spring until his ass was fully immersed. He dipped his fingers in the water, reached around, and gently massaged his asshole. His chin quivered as a sting of pain raced through him. He grunted.

  Fuckin' ass could've been a little gentler.

  Of course, he wouldn’t have wanted it that way. That had been the most pleasurable experience he'd ever had—even better than sex with Kinzer. He hadn't gotten off, but he'd still had a fucking great time, and he already wanted more. He didn't know how he was going to be able to continue journeying with Treycore when all he was going to do was want to fuck him.

  It was so painful at times, he thought he couldn't take anymore, but it was so fucking hot. He'd never been so horny, never wanted to fuck so bad, never wanted someone to come inside him so much.

  As he stood in the spring, his thoughts lingered on their intensely painful encounter. His penis was full, throbbing. If only there was a way he could get Treycore’s entire dick in him.

  “Make sure you get up in that ass.”

  Kid's defensive instincts kicked in. He whirled around. Treycore stood on a nearby rock in just his jeans. His hands rested on his hips.

  A big, obnoxious grin curled into his sickle-shaped dimples as he stared down at Kid.

  “I'm getting it right now.” He stopped massaging his hole. He wasn't going to do that in front of Treycore.

  “You'd better if you want me up in that shit again.”

  “With that dick, you'll probably end up in some shit.”

  “Won't be the first time.” Treycore winked. He undid his jeans and slid them down his thighs.

  There was that absurdly large, immortal cock again. Saliva flooded into Kid's mouth. His ass loosened and quivered as he battled between taking the pleasure and fighting the incredible pain.

  Treycore stepped out of his jeans and dove off the rock. His back muscles flashed Kid just before he disappeared into the water, leaving an explosion of droplets behind him. He swam toward Kid, his flesh shimmering as the sunlight beamed through the water onto his back. As he swam into a shallower part of the spring, he came to Kid, he reached around and grabbed him by the legs. His face moved right into Kid's pelvis as Treycore consumed his dick. Kid threw his head back.

  Treycore rested his knees on the bottom of the spring and pumped Kid's cock with his hand and mouth.

  “Oh fuck.”

  Treycore's tongue swirled around the tip of his head. With his free hand, he reached back and grazed his finger against Kid's hole.

  Kid felt the same stirring of pain that he'd felt while he'd been rubbing it. He cringed and hissed, but it was nice. Very nice.

  Treycore deep-throated Kid's cock and slipped his middle finger inside his hole.

  Kid's pelvis pushed forward.

  Treycore pulled his lips back, sliding his tongue side to side as he slowly released Kid's cock. He kissed just above Kid's dick and pulled his finger out of his hole, moving both hands over his ass cheeks. He sprung out of the water, his hands sliding up to Kid's waist. He kissed up his abdomen to his chest. He tugged at a nipple with his teeth.

  Kid stroked his fingers through Treycore’s soaked hair with one hand and set the other on his shoulder.

  Treycore slid his hand down to Kid's submerged erection and stroked it, his thumb massaging his shaft. His teeth released Kid's nipple and he kissed across his pecs. His lips felt their way across the smooth terrain. Occasionally, his tongue would slip out from between them and caress Kid's muscles.

  Kid enjoyed the sensation of Treycore's wet tongue traveling across him, leaving a trail of saliva in its path that dried quickly under
the sun's heat. But even after it dried, the sensation lingered, and Kid felt like Treycore had marked him.

  Treycore's tongue found its way to Kid's other nipple and encircled it over and over again.

  Kid arched his spine, pushing his abs forward. Treycore kissed down to just above his abs. He stopped, his lips just barely touching Kid's flesh, his breath gently rushing against his skin. It was torture for Kid, who wished that Treycore's mouth would just run up and down every part of his body at once.

  Treycore pulled back. The hand on Kid’s cock stilled.

  “About earlier,” he said. “I’m not looking for anything serious.”

  “It's cool,” Kid said. “I mean…it's just fucking.”

  Although, it was so much more than that to Kid, and he wondered if Treycore had said that because he could tell Kid was enamored with how Treycore made him feel…because maybe Treycore knew he had this powerful effect on mortals.

  Treycore stared into Kid's eyes, as if trying to stare much farther. A broad grin stretched across his face.

  “Good. Now it's time to get you off.”

  As much as it pleased Kid to hear that, he really didn't care whether or not he got off. He really just enjoyed being tortured by, and pleasuring, Treycore. Besides, it had been being on the brink of death that had left Kid in such intoxicating pleasure.

  Kid lunged at Treycore, wrapping his legs around his waist and throwing his arms around his neck. Their lips met in a frenzied fit of kisses. They weren't the careful kisses from their first encounter. They were sloppy, thoughtless, and out of sync. As their lips clashed without rhyme, they soon developed an awkward rhythm together.

  Treycore pressed the head of his dick against Kid's ass crack. Kid's cheeks instinctively twitched and tightened, despite his deep longing for more.

  Treycore pulled away from Kid's lips and kissed his way down to Kid's chin. He moved his hands up and down Kid's back, much softer than the first time.

  Treycore kissed up to Kid's ear.

  “Take a deep breath,” he whispered, his breath tingling against the hairs just behind Kid's ear.

  Kid did as he was told. Treycore pulled back and returned to Kid's lips. Kid surrendered to Treycore as he collapsed on top of him. Air swept across his back. As they hit the water, droplets flew into the air. The spring water consumed them as they dropped off the shelf in the spring Kid had stood on.

  Treycore's blond locks waved about rapidly in the settling water. His wings fanned out. They fluttered quickly, subtly, preventing the two of them from floating upward.

  Kid worried that if Treycore wasn't very careful, he'd drown him, but considering how thoughtful he'd been with the vine in their previous encounter, he opted to just trust him. Although he might bring him to the brink of passing out, in the end, he would do what was best for him…or at least, what would keep him alive.

  Treycore's fingers tickled up Kid's torso, moving through the grooves in his abs. Their kisses softened. It was an odd experience for Kid, considering their last fuck had been anything but sensual. It was odd, but it felt just as good. Kid felt a stirring in his chest and heat building in his pelvis. He pressed his erect dick into the dip between Treycore's abs.

  With his free hand, Treycore cradled Kid's ass, steadily pressing his fingers into his flesh.

  The longer they remained underwater, the more uneasy Kid felt. But he played as if he was fine. He didn't want to ruin the moment with his insecurity.

  Treycore's lips left his and trailed down his neck. Kid peered back at the specks of spring debris that clouded the water around them, glistening in the sunlight. They sank deeper and deeper into the spring, making their way steadily to the bottom—a luminous cluster of flat rock formations. Their slow, steady motion made Kid feel as if time had slowed, giving him just a moment where he didn't have to think about his past, Jerry's place, fallens, or any of this Antichrist shit. He could just savor the intoxicating feeling that rushed through him as Treycore's body moved against his. He could let Treycore take control and let his own responsibility slip away. Despite how cruel this higherling had been to him, how spiteful and cold, something in him trusted him just enough. He hated that part of himself, considering how long he had worked to develop a deep distrust for mankind. But he couldn't deny that ever since his first fuck with Treycore, he had felt some deep trust that even though he might abuse and torture him, he was only doing it for the sake of ecstasy and pleasure.

  Treycore kissed to the dip at the base of Kid's neck, and then licked it tenderly. His fingers made their way up to Kid's waist, his thumb stroking back and forth.

  Kid's penis got even harder. He started seeing spots, just as he had when Treycore had strangled him with the vine. He had to go back up for air, but he didn't want this moment to end. He grabbed the edges of Treycore's wings. They were hard and slick. He slid his hands back and forth against them. They pulled out of his reach as Treycore kissed down his abdomen.

  Treycore's thumbs stroked Kid's sides as he licked and kissed at the pulsating muscles. His tongue dropped into his navel, and he kept it out, brushing over Kid's flesh, as he made his way down to Kid's pelvis. As he came to his cock, he glanced up at Kid, who was looking right back at him. He ran his tongue over the head and licked up and down the shaft.

  Kid's body was desperate for oxygen, and his head felt swollen, like it was about to erupt.

  Treycore sucked Kid's dick into his mouth. He swirled his tongue about rigorously. His hands tightened against Kid's ass as he moved his head up and down. Kid wanted to call out. He wanted to let Treycore know how good he was making him feel, but all he could do was continue to hold his breath and writhe with pleasure.

  Treycore's lips touched the base of his cock, and he jerked back up, his lips freeing Kid's shaft as his tongue assaulted the head.

  Kid knew he wasn't going to make it much longer. He looked to Treycore, hoping to try and psychically convey his agony, but Treycore was so absorbed in tickling the head of his cock with his tongue, Kid was starting to worry that he was going to pass out.

  Treycore's wings did a quick flap. His body rushed over Kid's until they were face to face. Treycore kissed Kid's lips. Kid couldn't kiss back. He was too busy straining to hold his breath. Treycore wrapped his arms around him, and with a quick maneuver of his wings, they shot up.

  SPLASH!

  Treycore's wings scattered water every which way. They continued to flap subtly. Droplets flung about.

  Kid gasped desperately for air, but it was still in vain because as he attempted to force air into his mouth, Treycore kissed him passionately. He breathed through his nose, but his body had been so deprived of air, it wasn't enough, and he had to pull back to sneak a breath. Before he could get very much, Treycore's lips would be back at his. He felt continuously torn between his body's desperate need for air and his deep longing to have Treycore's lips against his.

  Treycore's wings flapped about, pushing Kid and himself through the water until he was against a rock at the edge of the spring. Treycore pushed Kid's back against the rock and continued forcing kisses on his oxygen-hungry body. Every so often, their lips would separate just long enough for Kid to take a heavy, much needed breath.

  Treycore's cock pressed against Kid's leg.

  Please, Kid thought. Oh please, more.

  Treycore pulled his lips from Kid's and pressed them against his cheek. His tongue toyed with his skin.

  Kid gasped nearly as desperately as he had when they'd first come back up for air. He trembled from ecstasy and exhaustion. He stroked his hand against Treycore's back, the back of his hand tickled by Treycore's feathers. He tightened his other hand against Treycore's dense bicep.

  “Fuck me,” Kid groaned.

  Treycore pulled away. His wings' subtle movements died down. “What?” he asked, his expression filled with confusion.

  “Please.”

  “But, you're hurt…from earlier.”

  “I want you inside me.”

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nbsp; “No!”

  “Do it!”

  Treycore grabbed Kid by his biceps and flipped him around. He pushed his cock against his ass.

  “Yes,” Kid moaned.

  Treycore grabbed him by his hair and tugged.

  “Oh!” Kid groaned. He reached his hand back and brushed his fingers across Treycore's face. Treycore's hot breath hit Kid in the back of the neck. Goosebumps rippled under Kid's flesh, scurrying up his legs and across his back.

  Treycore positioned the head of his dick on Kid's hole and pushed forward.

  “Ah!” Kid didn't actually feel any pain, but the anticipation, though wildly arousing, was frightening. Every muscle in his body tensed. Once again, his cheeks tightened automatically, his body's attempt at fighting against his perverse, masochistic impulse.

  “Do it!” Kid ordered.

  Treycore grabbed his cock by the shaft and pierced the tip of the head into Kid's hole.

  Kid's eyes glistened. A tear slipped out of one eye and rushed down his cheek. His ass tightened even more.

  “Wait, wait!” Kid exclaimed.

  Treycore started to pull his dick back out.

  “No! Back in!”

  “No,” Treycore snapped.

  “I want it.”

  They stared into each other's eyes. Kid bit on his tongue and took deep, tense breaths. Treycore shook his head sternly. Kid took another breath and nodded. Treycore gulped. Despite it being Kid whose ass was most in jeopardy, it seemed that Treycore was the more concerned of the two.

  Treycore pushed his dick's head a little farther into Kid's ass. Kid's legs convulsed. Tears poured uncontrollably from his eyes. Treycore pushed in a little farther.

  Red rushed up to the surface of the spring water.