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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?
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.]