Karasu's Pleasure, Kurama's Ruin

Kuronue awoke with a jerk. When he tried to move, he found himself cruelly bound, his hands tied above his head. His eyes snapped open and adjusted to the darkness. Oh, shit…how did he—

“You’re awake.”

Kuronue froze, his suspicions realizing with the sound of that velvet voice. He felt his throat constrict as Karasu moved into his line of vision.

“What do you want, Karasu? Let me go,” the bat snarled, straining against the ropes.

The raven smirked confidently at him. “Don’t worry; I’ll get to you later. But for now…” he flicked on the lights, and Kuronue’s eyes narrowed. Kurama stared at him from where he lay on the floor, pupils dilated in terror, already bleeding freely from a deep gash across his chest and from another that ran down the inside of his left thigh. He whimpered behind his gag.

“I wonder…” Karasu purred, hauling the redhead to his feet. He yanked Kurama’s head back by the hair and dragged his tongue up the alabaster throat. Kurama whined again. Karasu spun him around and stroked his cheek. “Such a perfect body,” he growled. “So fragile, and yet somehow so resilient…I can’t help but wonder just how much this delicate human body of yours can take, Kurama…”

Kuronue flinched as Karasu dragged his claws down the fox’s upper arms, opening four more bleeding gashes on each arm. Kurama’s muffled yowl bit deep into Kuronue's heart.

To Kurama’s utter disbelief, he felt Karasu untying his wrists. With a cry he threw a desperate, wild punch that the raven easily blocked, grabbing both his wrists so hard his bones creaked. Karasu retied him so he was spread-eagle, wrists and ankles tightly bound.

The gag could not muffle his shriek as the barbs on the whip tore through his back. The pain is so much worse in this body… He screamed again as the barbs sliced through him, his vision going white with pain, feeling blood dribbling down his back. The fox’s head reeled as the next lash curled around his chest. Karasu flicked his wrist and the barbs jerked, tearing another horrific bloody line across his pale flesh.

Kurama’s body sagged against the ropes, his body one consistent burn, as Karasu dropped the whip and moaned, body heat rising. He felt the raven’s energy flare, and before he could try and ready himself a gentle brush of Karasu's hand across his right thigh resulted in a tiny explosion. Kurama's throat released a feral shriek as more blood poured from his thigh and his nostrils caught the scent of his own flesh burning, but no human throat could release a cry that could come anywhere near expressing that level of pain . With another flare, Karasu touched Kurama's shoulder and blew a hole straight to the bone, the fox's cries racing through his veins and landing straight in his groin. With a moan he started heating his energy again. Kurama started to panic,his whimpers fueling Karasu's desire, but the explosion never came this time. The fox closed his eyes and was taken by surprise when Karasu started to play with his nipple, pinching and rubbing until it stiffened.

And then searing pain shot through him. Kurama once more found his vocal chords insufficient tools for expressing the pain. The fox cracked an eye and whimpered. The needle piercing his left nipple was glowing hot. Trembling, Kurama raised his head as he felt Karasu’s energy flare once more.

Karasu smirked at him, another pin in his hand. The steel began to glow as the raven’s overheated energy brought it to infernal temperatures. Kurama let out another strangled shriek as the glowing needle was jabbed through his right nipple. A dull, paralyzing ache, fringed with bolts of sharp pain, began to spread outwards from his injuries. Combined with the blood loss it was becoming difficult to remain conscious.

The stinging bolts overtook that throbbing ache completely when Karasu laughed and brought his favorite whip straight across the fox’s pierced nipples.

“It hurts, doesn’t it, Kurama?” the raven yanked Kurama’s head back by the hair and hissed in his ear. “It hurts so much and yet, somewhere deep down inside, you want more. A tiny part of you finds the idea of me slowly torturing you unto death arousing…” he dragged his claws down the fox’s shredded back, relishing the scream that tore through the slender body. Kurama’s gag slipped as he thrashed, sliding down to hang around his neck.

“P-please….s-stop…n-no more…” the ragged begging that emerged from the shuddering fox’s flushed lips made Karasu moan once more.

Kurama whimpered deliciously as Karasu slowly ran his fingertips over the smooth ass, forcing aside the uselessly clenched cheeks and sliding his index finger up into the taut hole.

Kurama cried out and tried to pull away, tears beginning to form in his eyes. Karasu wrapped his arm around the fox’s shoulders, leaning forward to gently nibble on Kurama’s neck and ears. He curled his finger and teased the redhead’s prostate, smiling against the creamy throat.

“K-Karasu…!” Kurama gasped and arched his back, feeling his cock twitch despite the pain that wracked him each time he moved. Shame made his cheeks burn as the raven skillfully brought him up and hard. Oh God…his hands…his mouth…so unbelievably hot…feels so good… A voice in the back of his head nagged him to stay alert, but no one was listening.

Karasu trailed his hand slowly down, between the fox’s throbbing nipples, over his navel and pubic bone, before wrapping it around Kurama’s throbbing shaft. The redhead moaned and jerked his hips, causing more blood to spill from the smoking wound in his thigh, but he ignored it, his toes curling as the raven added another finger to the one mercilessly tormenting his prostate.

“Oh, Kami, that feels so good!” Kurama sobbed, trying to impale himself further on the clawed digits while bucking into the soft, hot hand on his cock. Karasu smirked and sucked on the fox’s neck.

“You like that?” he whispered, rubbing the head of Kurama’s cock with his thumb. The redhead wailed, shoulders trembling. Slowly he removed his fingers from Kurama’s ass and grabbed a thick steel rod from the table behind him. Kurama cried out again as he pumped the fox faster, bringing him to the brink of climax.

“K-Karasu, I—I’m gonn—“ The fox’s throat closed up in pain as Karasu released his cock and jabbed the now flaming hot steel rod into his ass. He screamed silently, thrashing violently before Karasu grabbed his hips and held him still. Cackling, the raven fucked his aching ass, his own breathing ragged.

Karasu angled the rod deeper into his captive, hissing, “You feel that, Kurama? You feel me burn your insides? You feel me rape your tight little ass with a length of glowing steel?” He hit the redhead’s prostate and Kurama screamed, throwing his head back. “You like that, huh? You want more?” With a cruel laugh Karasu viciously fucked him with it. He reached around with his other hand and reheated the cooled needles. The fox’s shriek bounced of the stone walls.

Kurama’s head fell forward onto his chest, a red haze overtaking his mind. His right leg and left arm were growing numb below the thigh and shoulder, the pain no longer sharp but dull, throbbing, and paralyzing. I can’t take much more of this…I really am going to die… he shuddered as Karasu let go of the rod, leaving it buried in Kurama’s ass. The fox didn’t resist as Karasu grabbed his chin and raised his head. He gagged as the raven kissed him, grabbing his hair and yanking his head back so he could shove his tongue further down the fox’s throat.

Karasu released him and dropped to one knee, pulling a handful of iron washers out of his pocket. The raven slid the washers onto a ring-shaped clamp and clamped it to the head of Kurama’s now-limp cock. The fox’s eyes rolled back and he let out a strangled sob, too brokenly exhausted to scream again. Karasu stood and slid another couple of washers onto another ring-clamp before pulling the needle from one of Kurama’s burnt, bleeding nipples. He felt the scream tear through the fox’s body, but no sound materialized in Kurama’s raw throat as Karasu closed the weighted clamp over the throbbing flesh. He did the same with the other nipple, and stepped back to admire the results.

Kurama hung limply in his bonds, blood running down his once-flawless willowy frame. The fox was finding it hard to breathe: every breath he took jostled the cruel clamps and sent waves of agony through his body. His eyes were glassy and hollow, his cock soft, his legs unable to support him. Kurama’s thighs trembled as the hot steel remained buried in his ass, cooling all too slowly.

“On the very brink of death is when one reaches the pinnacle of beauty…” Karasu hissed, snapping the ropes holding Kurama’s chafed wrists and almost dislocating his arms in the process. Without the ropes to support him, the fox collapsed on the floor, crying out as his tender, bleeding body came into harsh contact with the cold stone floor. The raven removed the steel rod and untied his ankles before rolling Kurama onto his back, breathing harsh. Karasu grabbed the redhead’s legs and yanked them up, exposing Kurama completely

“You’re going to die with my cock buried in your burnt ass, fox!” Karasu hissed, rubbing his suddenly-bare erection on Kurama’s aching ass crack.

Kurama flopped his head to the side and stared helplessly at Kuronue, the light in his eyes flickering. His pupils dilated and his eyes clouded as Karasu jerked his hips and rammed into him. Darkness began to creep up through the haze of unbearable pain, and he gladly succumbed to it.


Kuronue’s own eyes widened as he saw the life dim and finally die in Kurama’s eyes a second before they closed. Karasu laughed his victory and fucked the redhead viciously.

“K-Karasu…” Kuronue snarled, the ropes binding him creaking. Despair and fury overtook the bat, and he flung himself at Karasu, eyes glazed with rage.