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“Mr. Fool~” a mischievous voice whispered in Klein’s ear, rustling his hair.
Klein stifled his surprise with the use of his Clown abilities, before turning around to face the intruder in his room. Klein’s face was sharp, cold, his eyes dark, masking an almost undetectable hint of madness. He was still in the guise of Gehrman Sparrow, the crazy adventurer as he had some errands to run along the coast. Gehrman Sparrow’s reputation allowed him to ask less questions, but net more answers. And the additional bounties he collected along the way was always a nice bonus.
Klein as Gehrman had been getting ready for bed, changing out of Gehrman’s day clothes into his comfy night clothes when he had been so rudely interrupted.
“Amon,” Klein’s expressionless eyes rested on the unwanted visitor. The Angel of Time stood in front of the adventurer, hands tucked casually in ‘His’ pockets.
The angel in question smiled at Klein’s acknowledgement. ‘He’ moved ‘His’ face closer - in this disguise the two were of equal height, ‘His’ breath tickling Klein’s lips, “Did you miss me Mr. Fool?”
Before Klein could move away from the angel, Amon closed the distance between the two, capturing his lips in an insistent kiss.
The angel pressed closer, tongue tracing the seam of Klein’s tightly shut lips, as ‘His’ hands groped at the frozen adventurer’s trim waist. Amon nipped at Klein’s bottom lip, the sudden pain shocking him enough to open his mouth in a small inaudible gasp. At that opening, Amon’s tongue dove into the wet cavern, intertwining ‘His’ tongue with the unmoving adventurer’s. The kiss quickly turned messy, wet sounds emanating from where the two were connected. The angel alternated between exploring Klein’s mouth with ‘His’ brazen tongue and nibbling at his bottom lip.
With decisive movements, the angel pushed Klein onto the bed behind him, straddling his thighs, before breaking off the kiss.
Klein, with the excessive use of his Clown abilities, barely managed to hold back his pants from the domineering kiss, maintaining his stoic persona. His dark eyes gazed expressionlessly up at the angel who had decided to ravish him, as he pointedly nudged his gold-rimmed glasses back into their original position.
The angel merely smiled down at him, licking ‘His’ now slightly reddened lips, before resting ‘His’ weight fully onto the adventurer’s lap.
Klein shifted on the bed slightly under the weight of the angel, before sighing. He made a move to change his face from Gehrman’s back to Klein Moretti’s before Amon raised ‘His’ hand slightly, stopping him.
“Ah Mr. Fool,” Amon said while smirking, “This time, I wish to see how this … face of yours crumbles under pleasure.”
“Will you be able to hold yourself back to maintain your persona?” ‘He’ continued, dancing ‘His’ fingers up Klein’s chest before slowly unbuttoning his night shirt.
“It will be very interesting,” ‘He’ grinned, monocle glinting ominously.
There had been some unspoken rule after the first time the angel and Klein had fallen into bed together that he would use Klein’s face. Sometimes it was forced as Amon delighted in stealing some of Klein’s abilities to fluster him before roughly fucking him into the mattress. Other times it would be implied with a small quirk of the angel’s brow. Whenever his dear poet was involved in the proceedings, the change would be natural as Leonard seemed to enjoy Klein’s face the most - his brow furrowing slightly when seeing Klein in one of his many disguises.
Never before had Amon fucked Klein while in the guise of Gehrman.
Klein had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he reflected on the angel’s teasing remarks. How would Gehrman react to being fucked by another man? Would he blush, panting delicately, beg?
Klein shuddered inwardly. He never thought he would have to think this far when creating the crazy adventurer’s personality. Though in his defense, he never thought he would be going from being a virgin to entertaining two other men in bed, sometimes at the same time. Never in his wildest plans had the Angel of Time and Leonard Mitchell fucking him crossed his mind.
Gehrman Sparrow was the crazy adventurer, the opposite of the careful, sometimes timid, Klein Moretti. Where Klein was gentle, Gehrman was known to be cold. Where Klein preferred sweet treats and drinks, the adventurer opted for Lanti Proof or other alcoholic beverages.
By that logic, Gehrman’s moonlight trysts would most likely result in the adventurer maintaining his dominating aura, overpowering his partner with his skills. Gehrman wouldn’t be under another man, overwhelmed by pleasure, coming multiple times until he passed out, as Klein often did when falling into bed with Amon and Leonard.
A sharp nip at Klein’s neck and the cool sea air brushing against his exposed chest snapped him back from his musings. The angel had finished unbuttoning Klein’s night shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. Amon was now sucking and nibbling at the adventurer’s neck as he sat there in a daze.
Small licks interspersed with gentle sucks and bites travelled around Klein’s neck, decorating his otherwise pale skin with blooming red marks.
Klein held back his whimpers, before his breath hitched slightly at a particularly harsh bite the angel left on his exposed collarbone. As Amon drew away, clear teeth marks could be seen where ‘He’ had bitten Klein - proof of ownership.
“Isn’t this experiment particularly intriguing,” the angel mused out loud, moving to undress Klein’s lower half, “I even let you keep all your abilities this time.”
The angel glanced up at the adventurer’s face, who had been fairly silent all this while, before dropping ‘His’ gaze down to the sheets that lay bunched up in Klein’s fists. At some point, the adventurer had resorted to tormenting the poor bedcovers instead of voicing his pleasure.
The angel smiled and pulled down Klein’s pants, inch by tantalizing inch, revealing the adventurer’s half-hardened cock.
With a shift of Klein’s hips, the rest of his pants slid off smoothly, exposing the rest of his body to the cool night air.
Amon sat back up, ‘His’ thighs bracketing the now nude Klein’s legs. ‘He’ reached for ‘His’ robes, slowly pulling them off to reveal ‘His’ pale chest.
“Have you thought through your acting Mr. Fool?” ‘He’ asked, throwing ‘His’ robes aside.
At ‘His’ mocking tone, Klein’s brow furrowed slightly. What did the angel intend to do this time?
He had already been fucked in a myriad of positions, most sessions ending with him passing out from pleasure. He had even been fucked in front of his dear poet, and then passed between the two and forced to take both their monstrous cocks at the same time. After the first time, the two had still insisted he could take both of them, resulting in countless other occasions where Klein’s poor hole was stretched beyond recognition and the Seer was left lying bonelessly on the bed, fully wrung out of any and all bodily fluids - tears, cum, sweat.
What more could the Angel of Time want from Klein’s poor body?
A sharp pain emanated from Klein’s forehead. The angel had gotten tired of the adventurer ignoring ‘Him’ in favour of overthinking everything, and had decided to flick his forehead lightly.
Klein shot a quick glare at the angel, who simply smiled back at him.
“Let’s stay focused now shall we Mr. Fool?”
With that, the angel slid back down Klein’s body, ‘His’ face resting before Klein’s exposed length. At the scrutiny, it twitched slightly. The smile on the angel’s face widened minutely.
“This part of you isn’t as cold as the rest of you now isn’t it Mr. Fool?” ‘He’ teased, before running one of ‘His’ fingers down the length, delighting at the member’s involuntary twitches.
“Eyes on me.”
With that command, the angel wrapped ‘His’ lips around the head of Klein’s slowly hardening cock. ‘His’ tongue flicked at the tip, drawing silent gasps from Klein’s mouth which he attempted to stifle with his hand.
Amon’s eyes flickered up at Klein who, listening to the angel’s command, locked eyes with ‘Him.’ The adventurer’s face was still impassive, not a trace of emotion could be seen from his expression, but the presence of his hand desperately pressed against his traitorous mouth suggested otherwise.
With that observation, Amon turned ‘His’ attention back towards the cock in ‘His’ mouth. ‘He’ swirled ‘His’ tongue gently around the tip, feeling the cock stiffen more in ‘His’ wet mouth. The angel slowly took more of the member into ‘His’ mouth, occasionally moving back in a teasing motion before continuing.
By now, Klein was having difficulty masking his pleasure, small gasps and moans occasionally escaping from his tightly clenched mouth. A faint blush began to tint his pale face.
Before long, Amon managed to fit the entirety of the adventurer’s cock in ‘His’ mouth. ‘He’ paused, adjusting to the sensation, before running ‘His’ tongue along the underside of the length teasingly.
“Ah-” a soft cry spilled from Klein’s mouth before once again being cut off by his hand. By now his cock was fully hard, the tip leaking into the angel’s hot mouth.
At the reaction, Amon began to bob ‘His’ head up and down the length, sucking and licking as ‘He’ went. The angel sometimes pulled off completely, wrapping Klein’s cock with ‘His’ hand, giving a few solid strokes, before diving back in with ‘His’ mouth. The alternating sensations of hot wet mouth, and the cool sea air with the dry palm, made Klein’s head spin.
Wet sounds emanated from between the adventurer’s legs as the angel continued to pleasure him, by now some saliva had begun to run down the angel’s chin as ‘He’ opted to use more than less.
At the sight, Klein, who was still heeding the angel’s initial command, bit his lip once again, cutting off his moan. By now his tortured lips had turned a swollen red from his biting.
A particular sinful sweep of the angel’s tongue against the tip of Klein’s cock ripped out a shaky warning from the adventurer, “I’m going to come-”
At the warning, the angel pulled away immediately, cutting off the adventurer’s impending orgasm with a firm hand around his cock’s base.
Klein, who was incredibly close to tipping over the edge, glared down at the angel who observed him with a mischievous twinkle in ‘His’ eyes. The faint pink blush has deepened slightly, tinting the adventurer’s cheeks an alluring rosy tone.
“It’s too early for that Mr. Fool,” the angel said, ‘His’ voice slightly raspy from having something down ‘His’ throat for so long, “You’ll get your pleasure.”
With that the angel pushed Klein to lay down flat on the bed, lifting one of his legs to wrap around ‘His’ still clothed waist.
A rough push of Klein’s other leg left his hole exposed to the angel’s gaze. A slick sound, and Klein felt a wet finger probe at his tight entrance. The angel had somehow lubed up ‘His’ fingers using lube from who-knows-where.
A small mercy really, as the angel usually opted to use saliva - ‘His’ or Klein’s, to the dismay of Leonard who had witnessed ‘His’ crudeness on multiple occasions. Though the saliva was better than when the angel forced him open using only ‘His’ cock - possible only due to Klein’s Faceless abilities.
With an insistent motion, the first finger breached Klein’s entrance. It moved quickly, confidently, before a second joined it. With the two fingers moving roughly within Klein, preparing his hole for something larger, audible slick sounds began to emanate from the area, causing his blush to grow ever so slightly.
The two fingers easily found his sweet spot within seconds, having explored the inside of Klein countless times before. With the discovery, Klein’s weakening willpower crumbled more, the leg wrapped around Amon’s waist twitching slightly from pleasure. Klein’s traitorous cock leaked more from where it lay hard against his belly.
Amon, the ever merciless angel, abused Klein’s prostate, deliberately pressing ‘His’ fingers into the bundle of nerves, wrenching more cries from between the tightly clenched adventurer’s lips. ‘He’ spread ‘His’ fingers ever so slightly in a scissoring motion, stretching the hole more.
Before long, under repeated thrusts against his sweet spot, Klein felt the pool of heat in his stomach reach the boiling point once more.
Amon, hearing the change in Klein’s cries - albeit muffled and still restrained, stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves a few more times, just to see the adventurer’s cold facade crack slightly more, before removing ‘His’ fingers with an audible squelch.
Klein, mind hazy from pleasure, once again cut off from his climax, simply lay there on the bed, panting slightly. His mouth had been bitten bloody, though the combination of his Clown abilities and the crude methods of using his hand and teeth to halt his cries of pleasure had little effect in the face of the angel’s ministrations. By now, Klein’s ability to think, let alone consciously control his body with the Clown’s abilities, had diminished greatly. The adventurer’s composure was slipping.
Klein raised his head at the sound of rustling fabric and jingling metal. Amon had removed his belt and trousers, exposing ‘His’ hardened cock that had been neglected thus far.
The angel, now fully nude, settled at the end of the bed, leaning against the footboard leisurely, stroking ‘His’ cock.
“Ride me.”
At the command, Klein locked eyes with the angel from where he lay panting.
The adventurer was mildly confused, the angel preferred using Klein’s body as ‘He’ saw fit, which often ended up with Klein screaming his pleasure into his pillow as Amon pounded into his hole mercilessly from behind.
The angel had little to no patience for anything else.
At Klein’s silence and mildly imploring gaze, Amon continued, “You looked simply enchanting riding your dear poet’s cock the first time.”
Klein’s blush deepened at the reminder of their first tryst together. He remembered how deep the poet’s cock reached when he rode him, he swore he could feel it in his throat.
“If you can fuck yourself well enough on my cock, I will let you come properly,” the angel promised, monocle gleaming menacingly.
‘He’ reached a hand out, grasping Klein’s ankle, tugging the unresponsive adventurer closer towards ‘Him.’
With a small grunt, Klein shook off the angel’s hand before sitting up. He felt his empty hole twitch with the movement.
Thickening his face, Klein slowly crawled towards where the angel sat waiting. Without thinking too much about it, he swung his leg over the angel’s lap, straddling him in a quick decisive motion - reminiscent of Gehrman's approach to problem solving.
Bracing himself against the angel’s shoulder with one hand, the other steadied the angel’s member, positioning it at his entrance. Klein slowly lowered himself onto the angel’s hard cock. The cock breached his still tight entrance before continuing its journey ever deeper. Klein grit his teeth at the stretch, forcing himself to relax around the member that was much thicker than the fingers that had prepared him. Regardless of the multiple times he had taken the angel’s length within his body, he still found the initial stretch overwhelming.
Before long, the majority of the angel’s cock had penetrated the adventurer’s body, which made him feel like he was being split open. Small pants emanated from his open mouth as he struggled to adjust to the stretch.
A rough hand grasped his waist, the only warning Klein received, before he was forcibly pushed down, taking Amon’s cock to the hilt. A gasp ripped from his throat at the sensation. The rough movement knocked the adventurer’s glasses slightly askew on his face, adding to the debauched appearance.
Klein glared at the angel, small overwhelmed tears beginning to form at the corner of his eyes. The glassy eyes trying to furiously glare coupled with his blush added to his overall bullied appearance. A smug feeling blossomed from within the angel’s core, excited to see these new expressions on the otherwise expressionless adventurer’s visage.
The additional length penetrating Klein resulted in the angel’s cock now pressing securely against his sweet spot. At the feeling of the sensitive bundle of nerves once again being stimulated, Klein’s thighs trembled, more pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock.
“I simply want to see how this face would fall apart while being forced to chase your own pleasure,” whispered Amon into the overwhelmed adventurer’s ear, before ‘He’ gently pushed Klein’s glasses back onto his face securely.
“Now ride.”
At ‘His’ command, Klein slowly lifted himself until only the tip of Amon’s cock remained in his hole. His thighs quivered slightly, brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to maintain his rapidly crumbling composure at the sensation. Klein worried his lips between his teeth, trying to muffle the whimpers trying to escape.
Grasping the angel's shoulders tightly between his fingers, the adventurer began to set a gentle rocking rhythm on the angel’s cock. Every downward motion punched out small gasps from between his gritted teeth.
The angel simply gazed up at the adventurer, for once allowing him to set the pace he desired, ‘His’ hands securely grasping his waist. ‘He’ observed with barely masked glee as the adventurer’s movements began to speed up slightly, almost unconsciously, as the adventurer began to chase his own pleasure on the angel’s cock.
Slowly but surely, the pace started to take on a desperate note as Klein began to drive himself down on the angel’s cock harder and faster, audible gasps spilling from his mouth every time it brushed against that sensitive bundle of nerves.
He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach once again blooming, hinting towards his approaching climax. He began to fuck himself more frantically onto the angel’s cock, slamming his hips down furiously. Sweat began to drip down his forehead, his meticulously combed hair becoming more disheveled by the minute.
Klein’s thighs burned from the exertion, the pleasure combined with the rough physical movements leaving them weaker than normal as they trembled.
Frustrated tears began to leak from his eyes as he continued to chase that peak. His orgasm eluded him as he began to tire from the physical strain, forcing his desperate frantic movements to slow to an agonizingly slow grind.
“Tired already Mr. Fool?” the angel mocked from below him, before leaning closer to the panting adventurer’s face, running ‘His’ tongue up the tear trails - tasting the salty desperate tears leaking from his eyes.
Klein clenched desperately around the angel’s hard cock, whining lowly. He shifted his hips slightly, once again attempting to rise and restart his frantic bouncing to chase his orgasm. He glared teary-eyed at the angel at ‘His’ provocation, his dark gaze tinted with a hint of desperation and undisguised heat.
The angel laughed at his expression, ‘His’ hands tightening where they rested possessively at the adventurer’s waist. “Did you want some help Mr. Fool?”
Another glare. Another laugh.
“That’s just too bad.” Amon ran ‘His’ hands lightly up Klein’s sides, invoking subconscious shudders at the sensation. “I don’t understand glares, regardless how seductive they may be coming from you.”
At ‘His’ mocking words, Klein shut his eyes tightly, hands grasping desperately at the angel’s shoulders leaving slight nail marks in the flesh. He felt the angel’s hands tighten before Klein felt the angel pull him up until only the tip of ‘His’ cock remained in the desperately clenching heat, before harshly pushing him back down.
Klein’s eyes flew open at the sensation, more tears springing from his eyes.
“You’ve forgotten my earlier command,” Amon commented, ignoring the adventurer’s betrayed glare, “Ride.”
“Maybe if you beg me nicely, I’ll help you,” Amon crooned lowly, breath tickling Klein’s ear, before ‘He’ shifted ‘His’ attention to the adventurer’s neglected chest.
A warm and wet sensation bloomed from around Klein’s delicate nub that had hardened in the cool sea air as the angel enveloped one of his nipples in ‘His’ hot mouth. The angel flicked ‘His’ tongue against the nub, sending sparks of pleasure down Klein’s spine.
‘His’ hand tightened at Klein’s waist, reminding the adventurer of the angel’s repeated command.
With shaky thighs, the adventurer once again resumed his movements as the angel entertained ‘Himself’ by nibbling at his sensitive nipples.
Klein set a brutal pace for himself, desperate to reach his orgasm this time. Every time he sank down fully on the angel’s cock, the tip brushed against his sensitive prostate, causing him to clench slightly at the pleasurable sensation.
Before long, the adventurer’s movements once again turned desperate as he began to tire. Audible pants sounded from his open mouth as the angel began to run his hands down the adventurer’s sides in a mockingly soothing motion.
Klein whined as he felt his climax elude him once more, brow furrowing in frustration.
He glanced at the angel who now sat there gazing up at him, ‘His’ brow quirked slightly as ‘He’ smirked.
Klein buried his blushing face into the angel’s neck, knowing what Amon was waiting for from him.
“T-touch me,” he pleaded quietly beside the smug angel’s ear, legs quivering uncontrollably as he continued to attempt to ride the angel’s cock to completion.
“Hm?” the angel murmured in response, “I didn’t quite catch that Mr. Fool.”
An audible whimper at the angel’s provocation echoed in the room. Another weak desperate grind down.
Klein pulled his reddened face away from Amon’s neck, locking eyes with the angel, before looking away slightly in embarrassment. Amon smiled, tilting Klein’s face back to face ‘His,’ before cocking ‘His’ head in a silent question.
“Please,” Klein whined, helpless tears streaming down his face silently, “Touch me please.”
At the alluring sight of the adventurer’s tearstreaked blushing face and his cute desperate pleas and cries despite his attempts at muffling them, something within Amon snapped.
‘His’ gaze sharpened slightly as ‘He’ smiled ambiguously at the adventurer.
The angel’s hands kneaded at the adventurer’s ass, before spreading the cheeks, slightly exposing the spot where the two were connected to the cool air of the room. Klein felt as the angel’s fingers trailed down his flesh, approaching the spot where he sat pierced by the angel’s hard cock. He felt an inquisitive finger circle the entrance stretched around the member, collecting some of the fluids that had accumulated there - lube, pre-cum. His entrance fluttered slightly as the finger once again stroked his rim stretched to its limit before he felt it begin to penetrate his already filled hole.
“No-!” Klein protested, as he felt his hole give way to the angel’s finger.
The angel hushed him, as ‘He’ began to guide the adventurer’s hips up and down with the use of ‘His’ other hand still firmly grasped at Klein’s waist, forcing the adventurer to ride ‘His’ cock and now finger once more.
Whines and whimpers spilled from the adventurer’s mouth, unrestrained.
The angel forcibly added a second finger, spreading them slightly, stretching the hole further. At the sensation, the adventurer gasped, clenching down around the offending appendages.
The bubbling pool of heat in Klein’s stomach finally erupted as he finally finally reached his peak. The long-awaited orgasm ripped through the adventurer’s body as his cock spurted copious amounts of cum, coating his and the angel’s bodies. Klein writhed around the angel’s cock and fingers, burying his face into the angel’s neck as he panted out small whines. His hole spasmed around the angel’s cock and fingers as the orgasm continued to wrack his body.
Before long, the tremors subsided, leaving only Klein’s still twitching cock and gentle pants as evidence of his climax.
He felt the angel pull out ‘His’ fingers before pushing the adventurer down onto the bed, cock still nestled firmly within Klein.
“Why did you hide your face Mr. Fool?” Amon’s monocle gleamed ominously in the low light as he leaned over the blissed out adventurer.
Klein’s heart sank.
“You’ll just have to come again,” Amon said, smiling slightly as ‘He’ began to rock his hips, burying ‘His’ cock more securely in the hot passageway now overly sensitive from the adventurer’s orgasm.
Tears from overstimulation began to trickle down from the adventurer’s eyes as he unwillingly clenched when he felt the angel’s cock brush past his incredibly sensitive bundle of nerves.
The angel quickly set a punishing pace, ‘His’ cock driving into the adventurer’s overwhelmed body without a care for his recent orgasm. Klein’s body began to slide up the bed, pushed by the rough movements of Amon’s bucking hips, his head knocking against the headboard occasionally.
Klein’s hands clutched desperately at the rumpled sheets underneath him as small cries of overwhelmed pleasure spilled from his lips. By now the adventurer’s cold expressionless facade had completely fractured, leaving behind a debauched appearance. His eyes glazed over as the flush travelled down from his reddened face to his chest. His already mussed hair grew more dishevelled from Amon’s vigorous movements. Klein’s mouth fell open, unconsciously drooling as the angel continued using his body as ‘He’ saw fit.
A feather-light stroke of the adventurer’s reawakened member brought him temporarily out of his daze, the pleasure cutting through the fog. The angel smirked down at him, stroking Klein’s cock with sure movements, alternating between light caresses and rough strokes. The additional stimulation paired with the targeted assault of Klein’s prostate rapidly brought the adventurer to his second orgasm of the night.
Klein attempted to muffle his cries of pleasure as he felt his climax crest, only to be stopped by a firm hand holding his hands down above his head. Amon’s face hovered near the adventurer’s panting one, raking ‘His’ eyes down his flushed face, taking in the debauched sight.
The adventurer’s eyes rolled back from the pleasure as the orgasm took over his body. His glasses had been completely knocked askew, no longer serving their original purpose, now only adding to the depraved picture the adventurer made against the ruined sheets. A soft keening sound emanated from his swollen lips as he struggled under Amon’s hands.
Klein convulsed under the angel, his spine arching as his cock released within Amon’s grasp, cum once again painting his stomach an erotic white. His mind whited out from the pleasure.
With a low groan at the sight and the clenching around ‘His’ cock, the angel spilled deep within the adventurer, filling him with a warm flood of cum.
At the sensation of being filled, Klein’s cock gave a few tentative twitches from where it lay exhausted on his belly.
Klein lay on the bed bonelessly, his mind still lost in pleasurable haze, when he felt Amon’s cock twitch deep within him, still hard.
He whined slightly at the sensation, in an attempt to voice his discontent, weakly moving his hand up to push away the angel who was still hovering over him.
The angel easily caught the weak hand, pushing it back down next to the adventurer’s head.
“Let’s see what other expressions you can make,” the angel cooed, beginning to move ‘His’ hips with intent once more.
Klein moaned, his tired body struggling to keep up with the Angel of Time’s attention.
The following hours passed in a haze of overstimulated pleasure, Klein slipping in and out of consciousness as Amon pulled orgasm after orgasm from his overworked body, occasionally filling the adventurer with more of ‘His’ cum until it leaked from his hole profusely.
By the end, Klein had been reduced to a completely boneless state. He didn’t remember how many times he had come under the angel, nor how long the two had been at the act. His cock had already given up a few orgasms ago, valiantly twitching against his stomach to no avail. By now, he was coming dry. His throat was wrecked from his constant tormented cries of pleasure, his body twitching constantly from the overstimulation. Cum oozed from where his hole stretched around Amon’s cock, joining the mess on the already ruined bedsheets beneath Klein.
Sometime near the end, Klein had lost control of his Faceless abilities, the adventurer’s disheveled and debauched face shifting back to the bookish Klein Moretti’s. Amon had sighed in mock disappointment at that, before promising a future session where ‘He’ would pull more expressions from Gehrman’s cold face. ‘He’ laughed as ‘He’ ruminated out loud, wondering how the pirates that feared Gehrman Sparrow would react to his current debauched state.
“Would they be shocked?” ‘He’ wondered, “Or is this their deepest fantasy?”
“Who wouldn’t want to see the great Gehrman Sparrow, the feared and crazy adventurer come apart under them?” Amon purred in Klein’s ear.
“I wonder how many of them have dreamed of you like this,” ‘He’ mocked, finally pulling out ‘His’ cock with a squelch. The hole sucked desperately around the member, as if attempting to draw it back in, before ultimately failing. The abused hole clenched unconsciously around the air, silently leaking a milky white substance from deep within, evidence of the many times the angel had taken it.
The angel gathered up some of the cum that had oozed out with ‘His’ fingers before roughly thrusting them back into the hole. Klein cried out from the sensation, his hole spasming pathetically around the intrusion. Though by now his poor hole had been stretched for so long, he could no longer clench down properly around the intruding appendages.
Amon laughed at the sight, continuing ‘His’ ministrations as more filthy musings spilled from between ‘His’ lips.
“After you made a name for yourself on the five seas, I wonder if they fantasized putting you in your place,” ‘He’ thrust ‘His’ fingers in deeper, brushing past the swollen bundle of nerves, causing Klein’s body to twitch uncontrollably. He whined at the stimulation, helpless to stop Amon.
“Maybe some of the more adventurous ones envisioned themselves under you instead,” Amon continued.
“Though we both know you’re more suited for this.” A few more pointed thrusts at Klein’s prostate wrenched more cries from the overstimulated man, before the angel finally granted him reprieve, withdrawing ‘His’ offending fingers from the swollen hole.
The angel, finally satisfied, sat back, observing the boneless state of the man below ‘Him.’ ‘His’ gaze swept around at the mess the two had made of the bed, the sheets rumpled and stained with a myriad of fluids, clothing strung around the room. The headboard had scratched the wall slightly from constantly knocking against it.
The angel tsked under ‘His’ breath before quickly dressing ‘Himself.’ ‘He’ glanced back at the motionless Seer on the bed, sighing.
“How troublesome.”
The angel bundled the still naked and cum-covered Seer in new sheets before quickly disappearing from the ruined room.
7 Pinster Street, Backlund
“Old Man, when do you think Klein will come back?” a green-eyed man with messy dark hair questioned out loud in an otherwise empty room.
Before an answer could come, a figure, no two figures, materialized in the living room.
Leonard tensed, recognizing the figure standing immediately, before he glanced down at the second figure bundled in ‘His’ arms.
“Klein!”
His eyes flew to the angel’s face as he scrambled to ask, “Did something happen-”
“He’s fine,” the angel cut off his questioning, before thrusting the bundle containing the motionless Seer into the shocked poet’s arms.
Leonard shifted the sheet covering Klein to expose more of the man. He quickly realized the unconscious man was completely naked under the sheet, and also covered in an extensive amount of love bites and … cum.
He glanced back up at the angel, more questions and protests at the tip of his tongue.
“I need to deal with the room.” With that parting remark, the Angel of Time disappeared as quickly as ‘He’ arrived, leaving the poet with more questions than answers.
Leonard glanced down at the slumbering Seer in his arms, shifting him to rest more securely within them before slowly heading towards his bedroom.