by Quil Carter
I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t invigorating. It played in nicely with my new-found thirst for domination.
“What did they teach you about pleasing your master?” I said as I sucked and nipped at his chin. “Tell me.”
Finn’s neck craned back as I kissed it, then my hands grabbed his ass and I clenched it hard. It was soft, and I found myself loving grasping it. “Oh, Master… I’m not sure I should say. I don’t want to spoil the mood…”
I pulled back, and he writhed on the spot. I looked at him, suspicious but still intrigued, and he looked away shyly. “Silas,” he admitted. And the way he said his name told me it was the last name he’d wanted to speak right now. “He didn’t want strangers teaching us. So the last several months of our training, after we were fifteen, were devoted to learning how to sexually satisfy our masters.”
“He didn’t touch you though?”
“No, he didn’t. That’s why he wanted it to be him. He didn’t trust a teacher not to… test drive us.” The elevator door opened, to my own personal floor. I scanned the area, and when I saw that no one was here, only light noises coming up from the floor above us, I picked up Finn, the boy yelping and letting out a small laugh, and we crossed the living room, ran down the hall, and soon I was kicking the door shut with my foot and laying Finn down onto my bed.
What was happening to me? The lust had transformed my body into the sun’s core. I knew it shouldn’t be Finn lying on that bed, that it should be Julian, but my body was bursting with sexual want.
And I knew, I knew from my own past experiences that it was from killing that greywaster. Every time I’d taken a life I found myself desperate for sexual gratification, desperate to dominate and consume my partner.
I remember clearly throwing myself at Ryan after I’d spilled blood, and I remember my first orgasm ripping me from the inside out when I’d electrocuted Todd. The vibrations going through my body as I strangled the life out of him… Oh god, the sweetest of rewards.
Before I could stop myself, I moaned, even the reminders of what I’d done sending ripples of pleasure all throughout my body. The saturating smell of his blood… how it soaked into the room, the abundance of it creating an entirely new smell that drove me crazy.
There was nothing more fucking erotic than taking a life. And there was no better way to show your dominance over someone than taking their life as well. Sex and murder seemed to be on different ends of the earth to most arians, but to a chimera… two sides of the same coin.
I stood over Finn, the boy lying on my bed. His glassy eyes were staring at me, one hand near his face, the other one touching the rim of his pants.
This delicate, unspoiled angel was gazing up at me like I was a god, the king size bed making him appear even smaller than his usual petite frame. He had this… innocent, coy expression on his face, but also, as I looked closer, I saw apprehension as well… nervousness.
It drove me wild.
And as I kneeled over him and began to unbutton his shirt, I realized just why my mind had commanded me to take this boy instead of Julian.
Finn was the personification of innocence, of purity, virginity. He was fresh snow on the ground, a clear glass of water before used paint brushes were dipped into its center. Finn was something that this family could never be, but yet I thirsted to corrupt him like a vampire needs blood. The reason why I wanted him tonight and not Julian, was because the murderous lust inside of my veins commanded this virgin sacrifice, whereas when I took Julian for the first time… I wanted it to be about him and me, with no strings between us.
And this innocent little creature, who gazed up at me with lust embedded in his eyes, was no boyfriend of mine. He was my sengil and all of him belonged to me, every inch of his body, his mind, all that made Finn had my name painted upon it.
My fingers undid the last button, and I drew his shirt off of his shoulders and kissed his left pec, soft from the heat his body had created while running. For the first time in my life, I took it between my lips and sucked it, then ran my tongue along the small mound of flesh until it stiffened.
While doing this, Finn’s breathing quickened. I moved to the next pec and teased it as well, then kissed between them and moved lower.
I decided I wanted to see just what I was doing to this boy. I undid the button on his pants, tight pants that clung to his hips to showcase the gentle curves, and the round backside I’d caught myself looking at more than once. I unzipped them, the boy inhaling sharply as his pulse started to race, and I slowly drew them down his hips.
The outline was visible through his purple briefs. He was hard, as was I, and I decided to quickly relieve him of his last bits of clothing until he was lying naked on my bed, his golden curls of pubic hair appearing freshly trimmed and his hard penis resting against his stomach.
I saw trepidation on his face. This made me smirk and I leaned over and nipped his neck. “Scared, little sengil?”
Finn made a small noise of pleasure at my bite. “No, Master Elish,” he said breathlessly. “I’ve been waiting for this night since such things started to interest me.” When I pulled away I saw his teeth scrape his lower lip, then his eyes flickered down. “However, it is more difficult than I thought…” His teeth bit down on that lip, but my eyes took me to the movement I saw below me. Finn was rubbing his inner thigh with the palm of his hand, trying to get as close to his penis as he could without touching it. “I want to see you naked, but I’m too nervous to ask.”
“I believe you just did.” I smirked and Finn blushed when he saw the expression on my face. I leaned down and kissed him, then began to remove my own clothing until I was leaning over him with nothing on but my boxer briefs.
That seemed to light a fire underneath him. He became more active after that. No longer the coy twink on my bed begging for me to take him, after I took off my clothes it seemed to relax him, as if I was removing the fear that every sengil held for their master.
We began to kiss deeply, my body towering over his, consuming this small boy underneath me. My experience making out with Julian had made me confident in the act of kissing, and my reward for those talents was seeing a clear drop of precum on the tip of Finn’s penis. A small translucent bead the size of a single rain drop, that spoke alone just how much he wanted me.
After our last kiss had broken, I leaned back to look at my prize yet again. I admired him lying on his back on the bed, and felt another jolt of lust when he began to touch himself in front of me.
And the boy was good at reading me. When he saw how I was staring at his body, he separated his legs and let his soft fingers rub the shaft of his penis. He let out a light moan, his free hand near his mouth, and slipped the wandering hand lower to his testicles; the heat of the room allowing me to see their oval shapes perfectly inside of the loose skin.
Then Finn’s hand went lower, and his legs lifted up. The breath caught in my throat when I saw the dark shadow between his legs, and a dizzying heat coated my body when I watched the ball of his index finger rub against it
My fingers had been inside of him, and I remember with great pleasure how he moaned as they thrusted in and out of him, how the tight, tensed hole gripped the digits hard. It had been warm inside of him, and my groin throbbed under the anticipation of taking him for the first time.
But it wasn’t just below me that was full of anticipation, I found my mouth filling as I watched him play with himself. Then to my own surprise… I began to lean down, a thirst suddenly taking me and taking me hard. I wanted to claim that part of him as my own in all ways. Every sexual experience that boy had, it had to be tied to me.
However, that was only a part of it… and I believe that part of it was only my dignity and pride speaking.
Because the truth of it was… I badly wanted to bury my face into that ass and lick him until he cried for mercy.
“Oh – oh my god…” Finn cried. And this cry was followed by a shuddered gasp and a hand that grabbed my hair. “
Oh my god.” He let out a squealing moan as my tongue licked the tight folds of his hole, a reaction that drove me wild and had me enthusiastically consuming him.
I was some sort of deviant, wasn’t I? This… wasn’t prince-like at all. And yet, I found myself not giving a single fuck. If I wanted to claim him in that way, it was my right, and I was going to fucking exercise it.
The room filled with the sounds of Finn moaning and my own eager lapping. I flicked my tongue along the tight opening, rubbed and swirled it, licking the tensed up hole and making myself familiar with each fold. It was arousing me in ways I hadn’t expected, and only when I felt like I myself was going to burst from the pleasure, did my mouth pull away.
“Take me…” Finn gasped, his voice pleading, begging me. “Please, Master. I can’t take it any longer.” He groaned, his teeth biting his lip again and he grabbed onto his knees and separated them.
I said nothing. I only sifted through my nightstand until I found a small bottle of lotion. Finn saw this and an eager moan fell from his lips. He watched me as I lubed myself up, and his body heaved in anticipation when I put some of the lotion inside of him.
Then I kneeled in front of Finn, got into position, and took the base into my hands. We shared another kiss and I placed myself against him, the tight entry burning hot against the head of my cock. Anticipation rocked me, as did apprehension since this was my first time, but I put aside all nervousness and began to push myself against his body.
Finn sucked in a breath as I attempted to enter him, his eyes closing tight then his lips retracting against clenched teeth. My own were locked as well from trying to concentrate. I really had no idea what I was doing, and as I continued to attempt to penetrate him, I feared that I may be doing it wrong.
When Finn let slip a painful cry, followed by his body flinched from mine, I pulled back.
“No, keep trying,” he said, out of breath. “You’re… just big, Master, and I’m… well, you know, small.” He flushed at this and took the bottle of lotion. He put even more inside of himself and rubbed some generously onto the head of my penis.
Then he grabbed my shaft and raised himself so it was once again resting against the opening. “There, try again, Master.” He kissed me and his eyes slowly closed as he leaned back onto the bed.
I took in a deep breath and began to push myself against his hole, and I myself let out a low groan when I felt it begin to give way.
Then I felt it, the slight give that had the tightened band squeeze the crown. We both collectively gasped, and I felt Finn’s fingers dig into my back, this happening while the small opening tightened from the shock of receiving me.
There was no describing the feeling of being inside of another man, the physical pleasure it brought was only a small part of the overall influx of sensations that were rushing through me.
This was what sex was like… when you were the leader, not the submitter.
My hips began to push into him, and the friction from his opening against my penis made me out of breath and light-headed. I could feel his body flinching, the band tightening with every sharp cry that tumbled from his lips. My body was completely controlling him, my thrusts drawing out his audible cries, and my deeply buried cock summoning the background music of heavy panting.
And as I performed on top of him, my own head bowed and the breath inside of my lungs just as ragged and quick, in sync with his own breaths… I realized something.
It was a simple realization, but the impact on me had my eyes flying open and face succumbing to an expression of shock.
Sex didn’t have to be terrifying… I’d just been on the wrong end of it all the times it had been done to me.
When you were the dominant partner… things were different, the tables were turned. It was I who controlled the act, not the man on top of me.
I think… I may have just discovered something wonderful.
Finn groaned and I felt his arm tighten to draw me in closer. He then opened his eyes and briefly we made eye contact, then he began to kiss and lick my neck, a drunk look of lust soaked into his face.
My low moans and his higher octave cries filled the room around us as I found a rhythm he seemed able to handle. I kept on having to remind myself to slow down, that it was his first time and I didn’t want to hurt him. It was difficult, I was ravenous for him, starved for the power he was freely giving me. Oh, I felt like a king inside of this boy, a master of the universe. I was mighty, I was worth something. I was powerful, dominant. I was his master and tonight I was making him mine.
My thrusts increased when I felt the constricting pressure in my groin multiply with the overwhelming pleasure. I didn’t know how long it had been since I’d initially penetrated him, but even if it had been a thousand years it wouldn’t be long enough. I found myself, as the orgasm began to break surface tension, promising myself that this would be the first of many orgasms tonight. That I wouldn’t fall asleep until I was sure Finn wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.
I could have him whenever I wanted. I could have him when I woke up, returned from dinner. Any time I wanted, this boy was mine. In all ways, this boy belonged to me.
My breath quickened, I could feel it gathering faster. I was going to cum soon, and the slow build up, like a cold stove being turned to max, was telling me it was going to be a big one.
Finn’s mouth was right near my bowed head, and every time I drove myself into him I was gifted a moan, each one throwing me closer to my peak. The arms that were wrapped around me, the fingers digging into my back, told me he was enjoying our intimacy. I was looking forward to hearing him cum, I enjoyed it immensely the last time we did it.
The peak came with a gasp, a declaration that Finn’s perfect body had successfully brought me to the edge. And just to show me how in tuned he was to me, Finn let out an excited moan and his arms pulled me closer to him, as if locking me in so I couldn’t finish myself anywhere else but inside of him.
My body suddenly tensed up, each muscle becoming stone as the first wave of the orgasm rocked me. I opened my mouth in a gasp, my knees shaking, and I held onto the intense pleasure exploding throughout my body, until stars were flashing in front of my closed eyes.
Then Finn released a strangled cry, and one set of fingers dug into my back; this was followed by an amazing sensation, the warm flesh that grasped my penis tightened like a clenched fist, and began to twitch and pulse as Finn orgasmed. At this point, I feared I would pass out from the intensity of what we were doing.
This made me hold onto the orgasm I was being rocked with for as long as I could. I grasped the intoxicating sensation and kept it captive inside of me, until finally, when I thought the peak would never fade, I released it and bowed over, my chest heaving and my lungs burning for air.
My cock was still hard inside of him, and I could feel the semen that I’d filled Finn with. I opened my eyes with a low groan, and saw my sengil lying down on the bed underneath me; the heat of our intimacy bringing pink to his cheeks and a bright rouge to the tips of his ears.
And his eyes, they were glassy and gazing up at me with pure devotion and love as his chest heaved and his heart pounded against his rib cage. I had never been looked at in that way before, Julian’s gaze held love, but Finn’s was pure unwavering worship.
I slowly removed myself from him, but the moment our bodies separated Finn rose, and with a flash of a coy smile that had me narrowing my eyes with suspicion, he leaned in and kissed me.
Then he put a hand on my chest, and pushed me down onto my back. I braced myself with my elbows, the suspicion clear on my face, but that suspicion turned into a smirk when Finn swung a leg over my waist and climbed on top of me.
He leaned down and our lips found one another’s again, and while we kissed, our tongues becoming good friends, I felt him grab me. This was followed by a now familiar and welcome tightness, and the warmth of his body as I entered him.
I leaned back until my back was touching the wall, and gr
asped his hands. He used me as leverage and support and began to slowly ride me, his teeth biting his lip beneath closed eyes and a creased brow. It seemed that I wasn’t the only deviant in this bedroom, sex had made my little sengil brave.
My grip on his hands strengthened when his speed started to rise. He was now using my braced arms to ride me harder, pushing himself up then letting himself fall back onto my cock. It was sliding almost completely out of him before he plunged it deep back inside of him.
And the noises he was making, noises that my body was drawing from him. This experience and the life I had just taken, the aroma of heavy sex mixing in with the blood still speckling my face. The reclusive boy with the terrible life was non-existent today. I could take over the world. I could fight Silas singlehandedly. I was a god tonight, a murderous bloodthirsty monster that would make everyone beneath my feet tremble in awe.
When the second crescendo took me, Finn’s hand went between his legs and he began stroking himself rapidly. I was still holding his left hand but instead of bracing him so he could lean forward, I was preventing him from falling backwards. His back was arched and his hips thrusting to the ceiling; he wanted to see me entering him as he brought himself to climax.
The first string of cum shot from him like a discharging gun and landed on my chest, then a second spurt hit my stomach and a third, then the energetic shots became an oozing flow, coating his rapidly moving hand in milky white, the excess dripping onto my pubic hair.
We both remained where we were for quite a few minutes, each trying to collectively catch our breath. Eventually I shifted myself, giving Finn the hint to separate us, and when I laid down onto the bed, he followed suit beside me.
