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[What a delightful new world-- with such delightful people to boot! Zerig has been here hardly three days, and already he's enjoyed himself thoroughly. Black-clad shinigami, as they were called, throwing themselves upon him and his men, every encounter a challenge until the thrill of battle surged through his veins. Everything since their arrival here (to flames and screaming and blood, the scent of charred flesh crisp in the air) until now--? Wonderful.
Until they were pushed back, that is, hedged and caged by magical shields on all sides, forcing him and his army to dig in their heels and fortify their positions in this abandoned part of town. That first night he'd flown into a rage, slaughtering nearly all of the townsfolk trapped with them. In the cold light of day, he'd reconsidered-- and by then there were enough people left for him to keep his fair share of hostages either way. One of which had caught his eye....
With a wave of his hand, he orders his men to bring the boy over. The chains they'd brought from their own world blocks all but the most powerful from accessing their powers-- it almost feels like cheating, in a way, but they have their uses. As his men leave, Zerig licks his lips at the memory-- bright hair and defiant eyes. So much strength to him that he can practically taste it, and Zerig wants it all to himself, wants to use him, wants to keep him.
He doesn't realize his eyes are closed until the clink of chains heralds his new plaything's appearance. Straightening up in his makeshift throne, Zerig's smile stretches wide across his face.]
Hello, sweet thing. What's your name?
Until they were pushed back, that is, hedged and caged by magical shields on all sides, forcing him and his army to dig in their heels and fortify their positions in this abandoned part of town. That first night he'd flown into a rage, slaughtering nearly all of the townsfolk trapped with them. In the cold light of day, he'd reconsidered-- and by then there were enough people left for him to keep his fair share of hostages either way. One of which had caught his eye....
With a wave of his hand, he orders his men to bring the boy over. The chains they'd brought from their own world blocks all but the most powerful from accessing their powers-- it almost feels like cheating, in a way, but they have their uses. As his men leave, Zerig licks his lips at the memory-- bright hair and defiant eyes. So much strength to him that he can practically taste it, and Zerig wants it all to himself, wants to use him, wants to keep him.
He doesn't realize his eyes are closed until the clink of chains heralds his new plaything's appearance. Straightening up in his makeshift throne, Zerig's smile stretches wide across his face.]
Hello, sweet thing. What's your name?
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Eager to get on with it, are you? [The smirk is audible in his voice as dark men in dark armor begin to slide out of the shadows, the yellow eyes their only visible feature behind black helmets. With another low chuckle, Zerig jerks his chin up, gesturing them closer. After all, why not? His men had earned their reward as well.] Ah, we're going to have a lot of fun together, Ichigo. You and me and all of our friends...
[Ichigo's skin is warm and trembling under his hands. Zerig pauses, considering before popping two fingers into his mouth, slicking them up with saliva. There would be time to do it properly another day, but it wouldn't hurt for his new pet to have a taste of pain with his pleasure-- to set the tone, as it were. He presses a finger into his body, breath hissing slightly between his teeth at how tight he is.]
Is this your first time, sweet thing?
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A hiss passes through clenched teeth as he feels that damnable hand touch him in his most sensitive areas, eyes narrowing even as the men surrounding them begin to circle around, their glowing yellow eyes feeling like they're boring holes into his flesh. With his hakama slid down, nothing is holding the top part of Shihakusho up-and the fabric hangs open, his chest clearly visible.
He wasn't just going to have his way with Ichigo-he was going to let his men join in as well. Another flicker of fear crosses his face before he desperately reins it in, tries to show no expression beyond grim determination. All he had to do was survive this, that was all-just weather it out, don't cry out or give them any kind of incentive-
And then that finger press into him, and his vows to himself fly right out the window.]
N-Ngaaaaaaaah!
[It hurts-he's not used to it, not used to anything like that, and his hands reflexively clutch at the floor, aiming his shocked expression at the ground so the bastards around him won't see it. He tries to control his breathing, but there's a sensation beyond the pain that's making itself known-and the shame of it nearly brings tears to his eyes.
Pleasure. Again, this time mixing with the pain so he can't separate the two. What's worse is that he can feel his cock twitching in time with that finger probing him, drops of pre-cum gathering at the head and softly dropping to the floor. Hopefully the demon didn't notice...]
I...I'm sure as hell...not telling you!
[Still trying to be defiant, even now-but it's much more difficult than it had been before.]
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Look at you, you're all wet for it, you little slut. [His voice drops to a low purr, sickeningly sweet, as he presses a second finger into him, spreading his fingers and turning his wrist to shift the angle as Ichigo's body clenches hot and tight around him.] There you go, is that better?
[The shadows writhe, gathering and splitting apart in little pools of darkness-- unseen battles of dominance that subside as Zerig directs a sharp glance their way.] Now now, boys, don't fight. There's plenty to go around. Isn't there? [The last part directed toward Ichigo with a leer.]
WOW I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE-I got swamped in my game really hard there for a while. SO SORRY ;;
I-I'm not-
[Wet for it? He's not even aware of how his body is reacting through it all, his mind a muddied jumble that refuses to untangle. He's going to be fucked, mercilessly and by a lot of people, probably until he's lying spent on the floor covered in their semen.
And the most horrible thing is that he knows he's going to feel pleasure through it all, like he is now. That he's going to enjoy being taken by the bastards that rampaged through soul society and killed so many, all because their leader did something to him before forcing him to the ground like this.
The power trapped in his body writhes under it's lock, and he manages to growl something out, defiant to the very last.]
G...Go to hell, you fucking bastard.
[Turning his gaze at Zerig, the hate burning there as he tries to lock eyes with the demon.]
no worries o/ thing've been pretty crazy on my end too
I bet this isn't your first time after all... a sweet and eager bitch like you. Ah, you're getting me all excited, Ichigo. [The last couple words drop to a low purr, but there's no disguising the hot glee in his tone and the hunger in the way he touches Ichigo, hands gentle and possessive.
Out of the shadows, a second demon steps forward, all sharp angles and glinting yellow eyes-- before the dark armor recedes, peeling back from his body and exposing ivory pale skin, mouth a sharp gash across his face. He smiles, revealing sharp teeth, before reaching forward and fisting one hand in Ichigo's hair, dragging his head up to rub the bulge of his crotch against Ichigo's cheek. The remnants of the black armor slowly flow away from the demon's body and drip down his chin.]
Ah, Nero. So good of you to join us. [The grin is very nearly audible in Zerig's voice as he withdraws his fingers, leaving Ichigo empty as he begins to unbuckle the heavy belt around his hips, pushing the waistband of his pants down.]
also struggling with my ADHD which's been like lol did you want to write nope fuck you
He doesn't even notice the other demon approach, too busy glaring up at the leader, the reason for all of this. If looks could kill, Zerig would have been dead multiple times over by now, and he hates that he knows that fact alone probably only makes the demon more excited.
I hate you. I hate you I hate you I hate you and If I could get these fucking cuffs off I'd kill you all right here-
Then the rough tangle of fingers in his hair makes him gasp in surprise, the sheer fury in his gaze being broken as his face is forcibly rubbed in the other demon's crotch, the hardness of the erection there poking against his cheek and making him give an uncontrolled shudder.
Nero. Who the hell named these guys?, he can't stop himself from thinking-even as Zerig pulls away to finally begin undressing himself. Ichigo grits his teeth-and tries one last time to resist, raising his hands to push away at Nero's legs, trying to angle his head away as much as the hand in his hair will allow-and at the same time attempting to rise off of his knees and onto his feet.
At the very least, even if this was going to happen...no one could say he didn't try to fight it.]
oh man, that sucks. hope it eases up for you, but take your time! :O
C'mon, bitch, make yourself useful.
[Behind him, Zerig sighs in mock disappointment.]
Ah-ah, sweet thing. We're just getting started and you're already trying to leave the party? Now that's just rude. And rude little bitches get punished, didn't you know? [A soft chuckle.] Not that you could call this a punishment. More like a reward, if you ask me.
[Ichigo's ass is still raised, utterly exposed, and Zerig doesn't bother prepping him further, pressing the head of his cock against his entrance and forcing himself in with one sharp thrust of his hips.]
Hahah, yeah! It's been a little easier lately, thank god.
[But for yet another time, he's stopped in mid sentence-a loud cry of pain ripping itself from his throat as his hands reflexively clutch hard around Nero's erection. The-the thing inside of him is hot and large, it's presence agonizing and unwanted. Zerig had used his fingers before-but fingers were a hell of a lot different when compared to an actual cock.
But at least it hurts, his mind whispers. At least there's none of the pleasure I felt before-
But as he thinks that, his body betrays him. With a sudden shudder, the pain dulls-no, mingles with a pleasure that's even more intense than what he felt before. Intoxicating, almost maddening, and it takes everything he has not to rock back on Zerig and take him in as far as he can go. In the end, he bites on his lip hard enough to make it bleed and tilts his head forward-directly beside the erection he still has a hand on.
Taking a deep breath, Ichigo forces himself to speak-knowing that this will probably be the last time he'll have the breath to say anything.]
If...If this is your reward...I'd rather be punished.
[Even being forcibly taken, even with his face next to another's genitals, he still glares at the demon which is the cause of all of this. Still hates with all of his heart, all of his soul, and his power rampages hard enough even under lock and key that everyone in the room feels it.]
ack, sorry for the delay. last week was just ridiculous!
If it's punishment you want, Ichigo, I'm sure we'll be able to manage something.
[Rocking his hips, he pushes into his body inch by slow inch, closing his eyes. In contrast, Nero's eyes narrow as he watches Ichigo focus his attention on Zerig before reaching out and slapping him right across the face.]
Pay attention, bitch, and open your mouth. You ever sucked a cock before? [Nero's voice is low and gravelly, half a snarl as he twitches his hips forward, the head of his cock brushing up against Ichigo's cheek.]
it's fine! My week was also super insane ;;
But he doesn't have much time to think about how it all feels, because the other demon harshly slaps him, making him cry out again in surprise more than pain.]
F-Fuck you-
[Of course, there's irony in those words-because that's exactly what he'll be forced to do in the end, won't he?
Feeling the glans of Nero's cock against his cheek, Ichigo doesn't reply-he only glares, shutting his mouth firmly in response to the implied command. He's not sucking anyone's cock unless he's forced to, gritting his teeth together even as moans force their way out of his throat from Zerig sinking himself deeper into his body.]
o/
Is that the game you want to play, whore?
[Gripping Ichigo by the chin, Nero reaches for a hidden sheath along his back. He draws out a short knife, wickedly curved with a jagged edge. For a moment, he merely holds it up to the light, admiring, before laying the edge it lightly against the corner of Ichigo's mouth, the point digging into his skin whenever he moans or shifts against Zerig's thrusts.]
Well then, maybe you'd rather suck on this instead. Or maybe ... [The demon is smiling now, thin-lipped and smug.] Maybe I'll pay a visit to one of those adorable townsfolk-- or better yet, one of your cute little friends. By the time I'm done, they'll be begging to suck me off.
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Even having a tip of a knife to his mouth didn't make him open up-despite all the moans and horrible, horrible pain and pleasure he was feeling from Zerig, he was determined to not give into the demon's demands, even if he cut his mouth from ear to ear.
...until he mentioned going after one of Ichigo's friends. His eyes snaps open in alarm, staring up at the demon in horror.
No. No, he wouldn't-
He would.
The struggle in Ichigo's eyes is obvious, not wanting to fellate this bastard, but also not wanting to place his own friends in the same kind of position he's currently in-between two demons, being raped and helpless with no way to fight back.
So after a few seconds, he makes his decision, squeezeing his eyes shut before opening his mouth and moving his head towards Nero's cock. The shinigami only hesitates for one moment before taking the tip of the demon's cock in his mouth, reflexively shuddering at the strange, harsh taste on his tongue, bitter and salty at the same time.
For now, it's just the head-because he really doesn't want to do this, doesn't want to do any of this-but it'd be easy to force him to take more.]