Cocaine

A sticky heat was forced into my lungs, strangling me and urging me forward in spite of my aversion to his touch. He was the type of desirable that distracted you from how undesirable his character was. Youko Kurama was not a gentle lover. In fact, calling him a “lover” at all was laughable. I would have laughed at the thought had Youko’s long nails not been dragging lines of painful red up my thighs.

“You seem reluctant today, Kuronue…” Youko purred. He leaned forward and hissed insults in my ear. “You should feel blessed that I even look at you. You are vastly useless.”

It was part of his game. He tore at my skin and psyche because it made him enjoy sex more. Hell, it wasn’t even sex. It was more like violent erotic sparring. I felt my muscles tense and my wings twitched uncomfortably as Youko descended on me yet again. He was forcing me backwards with the sheer intensity of his gaze. His touch carved holes in my mind. His agonizingly slow, gentle yet painful and hastened touch tore at my skin, stealing my breath. My body collapsed against the tree, finally succumbing to the weight of his presence. My back and wings scraped against the harsh texture of the bark, cutting into my flesh. The stinging pain brought my attention to his hungry, golden eyes.

I couldn’t get away. I didn’t want to. He could keep me pinned with a glance, capture me forever with a sharp, biting remark. I craved his torture.

I felt his hips grind into mine, his gray wrap hiking up to his upper thighs. He trailed a clawed hand up my arm. His touch was like a flame; a smoldering desire screamed from his fingertips. My insides clenched. It was a sin. It was sinful for someone so beautiful to be so ugly inside.

Youko made quick work of the leather straps crisscrossing up and down my arms. Then, he flicked my hat off in one jerking motion. He liked me bare and vulnerable yet rarely did he ever remove his own clothing. He smirked, tracing a barely healed wound on my chest he’d given me the last time he fucked me to oblivion. “You should be more careful, Kuronue. I’d hate to give you wounds that won’t heal.” His words cut deeper into my skin.

The lust in Youko’s eyes washed over me like the blood of an enemy. It was triumphant. He knew he could have me any time he wanted. He knew that all it took was a damn glance from his direction.

My pants fell away and Youko roughly pushed me back into the tree. I winced at the pain the bark caused from digging further into my back. My wings were twisted in a painfully unnatural position. The pain became part of the pleasure. His hands roaming my skin, sometimes scratching and rough, sometimes immensely gentle and searching, always burned. He left trails of heat where he touched.

White hot pain shot through my back when Youko bit into my shoulder, drawing blood. I grunted but refused to give him the satisfaction of a scream.

“You’re quite weak,” Youko growled. His words, yet again, biting into my fragile mind. Mental torture, he’d said, always made sex more pleasurable.

I was thrown into the tree again with a distressing amount of force. He was seriously going to break something if he kept at that. Whether the tree or me, I guess he didn’t care what he broke. At the same time, I knew he’d find great pleasure in breaking me. He always broke me.

Pain again, this time from my thighs. I hadn’t even seen him dip below my waist. He was gouging my flesh with his nails, scratching up my thighs. I knew the blood would later be used as a lubricant. Youko had a disgusting fascination with my blood. I glanced down at the carnage he’d caused my legs. He’d cut me practically to the muscle.

Youko licked the deep gashes and moaned. His delight was obvious when he came back to eye level and nipped at my neck again, more gently this time. A bloody hand wrapped around my erection and the kitsune before me smiled slyly as he slowly, teasingly, rubbed my length. With his free arm, he hooked a hand under my knee and pulled my leg, none too gently, to his waist. I felt a sharp pain on my ass and realized he’d spanked me.

Part of his game, his humiliating game. He liked to fuck me out in the open, cutting me up and degrading me where people could see. He was like poison but he was like a drug. I craved him with every inch of my being. My un-beating heart cried out to him. My pores shouted his name. My skin ached for his touch.

His hand left my erection and he grabbed my wrist, holding it against the tree above my head. His sharp nails dug into the skin and I winced. He was being especially violent today.

“You trying to kill me?” I asked.

Youko bit down hard on my lips, refusing to give me a real kiss. “So what if I am? Do you have the courage to resist?” I didn’t reply. “Thought so… You’re such a coward.” He leaned in and pierced my chest with his nails, reopening the wound he’d left before. I cringed. “Such a coward and a worthless piece of trash. I don’t know why I bother with you.”

Youko threw me to the ground where I landed on my back. With knees on either side of my hips, Youko let his hands roam my chest gently before letting his turgid cock rub against mine. I hissed at his sudden gentle touch and the heat of his dick. It was already slick with my blood. His hands roamed further down. He coated them with my blood and smeared it in random patterns across my chest and lower abs. A smile played across his face. It seemed curious, searching. He looked into my eyes. “You have a beautiful body, perhaps that is why I put up with you.”

A sharp stinging pain in my ass alerted me that he’d spanked me. I flipped over on my hands and knees, obediently following his unspoken order. He massaged my ass, occasionally tearing into it with his nails. His long, rough tongue licked the wounds, causing stinging pain. He spread my cheeks apart and entered me with his tongue.

I hissed. It was sin. Such a sinful pleasure coursed through my veins. My insides sang. His tongue was withdrawn far too soon.

Youko shifted behind me and sheathed himself in my entrance without warning or further preparation. He mercifully allowed me a moment to adjust to his length before rocking into me.

His nails bit into my back again. He scratched up every inch of my shoulders and along my spine. I felt a particularly bloody gash open up at the same moment Youko hit right there with the tip of his dick. A moan tore from my throat.

“You’re so easy,” Youko said as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. He hissed in my ear. “Such a little whore, Kuronue.” He dropped my head suddenly, the motion making me dizzy.

His hand, rough and unyielding, wound its way around my neglected cock. I chewed the inside of my mouth until I was spitting out blood. He was teasing me again, kneading my balls with his hand but never moving fast enough to make me cum. Meanwhile, he kept plowing into my ass with unrelenting force. I was already bruised and bloody and he seemed determined to tear my insides as well.

Youko’s weight suddenly shifted and his chest was pressed to my back. A rough animalistic sound reached my ears and he thrust harder. I was in physical torment. It felt good, but it was painful. He finally started stroking my cock in earnest, earning a wild noise from me. My arms started to shake with the effort to keep me from collapsing under his weight and the weight of pleasure. He gripped my cock tight for a second then stroked again, faster this time. His hand was still lubricated with the blood flowing from my open wounds. He blew on the gashes in my back, causing another onslaught of stinging pains. It felt like needles were stabbing me in the back.

His cock found my prostate again and again and the sounds of his moaning combined with his feverish stroking on my cock almost sent me over the edge. As if sensing my release, Youko gripped the base of my dick, denying my release. I whined. Now he was just being cruel.

“You need to ask, Kuronue,” he growled. “I didn’t give permission yet.” His movements stopped.

“M-more,” I gasped.

“More what?”

“Pl-please move. Move. Fuck me hard…”

Youko chuckled and started moving again. His hand loosened its grip but he kept it still. “C-come on. Let.. let me cum”

He chuckled again and began stroking my erection. I threw my head back, finding release, a scream tearing from my throat. Youko thrust into my clenched ass a few more times before spilling his seed into me.

I collapsed. I felt weak from release and blood loss. Youko stood up and walked a few paces back.

“Turn over, let me look at you.”

I tried to take a moment to catch my breath, but Youko kicked me in the ribs, forcing me over.

“I really did I number on you this time.” I gazed up at him with glassy eyes.

“Are you going… to heal me at least?”

Youko turned and walked away. “If you die from that, you’re not worth another fuck.” With his final insult, he disappeared in the trees. I lay there, breathing hard for a while before I could sit up and locate my clothes. He was sick. Every part of my brain cried out never to go near him again. But he was my drug. A venom my body was accustomed to. I couldn’t give him up so easily.

It wouldn’t be long before my body was screaming for more of my personal cocaine.