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Maybe he should've been more firm; maybe he should've been selfish one more time. Egg was much like Lomedy. A weakness to be exploited if the opportunity presented itself for others. Flame knows intimately the pain of someone close to you taken away, thought to be dead. Wemmbu and him were friends. Maybe just a bit more than just 'friends'.
A job was a job was something Flame maintained from the start of the server. He played his morals fast and loose. His loyalty remained to himself, his status, and his loved ones. He's proud of the trust people place in his abilities. The new factions popping up in the server was ringing alarm bells. He doesn't want to hurt Parrot but Flame has been selfish for far too long. The thought of Lomedy hurt was his worst nightmare joining Cindercrest. Shortly after that, the look of grief and disdain Wemmbu sported when he threatened everyone including Flame. A job was a job wasn't something he could maintain anymore when he saw Egg in front of him. All he saw in his big eye was Lomedy. His sweet baby. Flame knows telling Wemmbu was just overreacting was a complete lie. He'd kill anyone for Lomedy. Guilt won't fix anything. Not even an apology, Flame knows.
A fight with competent people will always leave Flame a little sluggish after. Even with totems, golden apples healing the worst of the damage, there'll always be something aching. His reaction time has slowed. The hairs at the back of his neck stand up— he whips his head to look— there's no warning for Flame before a hand grabs his armour.
The slam of his back into the wall takes his breath.
Flame hovers over his sword, insticts screaming at him to wield it. He doesn't give into the temptation. Not yet at least.
He punches Wemmbu's face, his helmet coming off his head. Distracting Flame's focus for a split second before he runs to restock. Flame doesn't get far when an unyielding forearn digs into his back, pinned back to the wall as he greedily gulps in air from the force Wemmbu used to shove him. The rock was cold against his overheating skin. Wemmbu growls at him. His tail raised up, ears flicking. "Stay fucking still."
Wemmbu looked beyond pissed, he was grinding his jaw, hair matted with sweat, and his gold eyes purely looking at Flame. He wanted to drink the sight in. Flame struggled, trying to kick Wemmbu again, he didn't want to be pinned down but a large hand grabbed his wrists, manhandling Flame easily like he weighed nothing. His kicks were ineffective against Wemmbu. With Flame properly pinned down he can hear straps coming off. His armour landed on the ground making a gentle thud. Wemmbu taking all of it off with practiced easy. He squirms.
Flame was slammed harshly against the wall again. He was stuck between a wall and a hard place, the wall and Wemmbu's armoured bulk behind him.
If he were to check his underwear, he knows he's wet from adrenaline, fear and exertion.
With his free hand, Wemmbu pulled on a fistful of locs, forcing him to arch his spine backwards to a painful degree. His head forced back, the angle is awkward. His other hand went to Flame's body. Wemmbu's hand yanks his shirt out of his pants and then slips under, gliding across his skin. He hears his pants rip from Wemmbu's impatience. His underwear gets unceremoniously pulled down.
Wemmbu shoves his fingers into his hole. Uncaring of the noise of pain Flame made. His fingers are long, thick. Bigger than Flame's own. It should be too much but he doesn't care. That's what he looks for in fights, it's no surprise it cross over to sex.
Wemmbu doesn't even give Flame a chance to brace for it when he slides another two fingers inside. Opening him up fast and rough. Flame bit his lip, fearing whoever could be listening. It's pointless. His walls squeezed down on Wemmbu's fingers.
His fingers curl inside, rubbing on the spongy spot that has him opening his mouth to a slew of moans.
"You should count yourself lucky I'm even fingering you," Wemmbu tells him accompanied with a mean twist of his fingers.
Then, suddenly, Wemmbu pulls out his fingers. Flame whines at the sudden loss, his hole pathetically clenching around nothing.
He's sopping wet, were Wemmbu any smaller the slide in would be easy, but he's big. One of the few ender-dragon hybrid in the server who likes burrying his cock inside of Flame with minimal prep. Well, not as minimal as now. As awful and morally dubious Wemmbu is he's not usually so cruel he'd tear Flame— but he remembers the snarl, the grief. He had every right to be angry. His breathing is shaky, every inhale and exhale uneven. It feels impossible to get used to the stretch, no amount of Wemmbu's fingers would've prepared Flame enough for his cock. Flame's head hang between his arms, his nails digging into his fist, he hisses when he feels Wemmbu's piercings start scraping his rim. Flame can't help but arch his back as he feels more and more of Wemmbu's thick cock enter his tight cunt.
Flame tries to move his hips, get some semblance of control back but Wemmbu's vice grip has him in place. Not giving Flame any room to try and thrust back. The stretch stings. Wemmbu moved slowly not for any considering for Flame but simply savouring the action for himself. Flame can see the slight bump in his lower stomach, he can't help but tighten up.
Flame tries to rut his hips, he can't move much with Wemmbu's too tight grip but he tries anyways. "Fucking whore,"
He whimpers. "'M not,"
"Yea, you are." The tip of Wemmbu's cock kisses his cervix hard, he moans a little louder than he really means. "Look at you. Dumb whore who only thinks about cock,"
He takes Flame's noises as a signal he's ready for more because he starts a pace that has Flame cross-eyed.
Almost as expected, Wemmbu is only interested in his own pleasure, Flame getting anything out of it being secondary. His chest ached. Wemmbu's thrists are quick and rough. Flame catches himself drooling, his chin and jaw wetting. The line between pain and pleasure blurred. He can't even try to push back, reposition himself without Wemmbu digging his nails into his skin, there's no way Flame wasn't going to be bruised tommorow.
Some weird fucked up hope Flame has is Wemmbu will forgive him after this.
"Arey they fucking you? Using your holes like a dump— is that why you're doing this?" Wemmbu spits.
His stomach twists, "uh– uh- uh— no, no nonono," Flame bit his lip, praying Wemmbu won't punish him for saying someone's elses name, "Lomedy— Lomedy joined Cin—hhn-Cindercrest I can't, I can't let him get hurt,"
Wemmbu stays quiet. Flame sobs.
He can't do anything, simply helpless both here and in Cindercrest, he could only just take and take whatever Wemmbu decices to give him. The stretch was too much like always, overwhelming any sense on his body, his head just white noise and dizzying pleasure. Wemmbu's heavy armor digs painfully into the sore muscles of Flame's back. Sharp pain suddenly spikes in his shoulder, the sting adding to the daze in his mind, he feels Wemmbu's fangs and sharp teeth drawing blood from beneath his skin. Flame whines. Wemmbu doesn't care, too busy chasing his high, greedily grabbing and groping whatever he can reach. The sharp edges of his armour marking Flame's skin with indents. Flame presses his face against the wall with a pathetic mewl. He can feel Wemmbu's cock jab at his cervix again and again. It was as if Wemmbu was trying to rearrange his insides.
He probably was trying to do exactly just that, knowing Wemmbu.
His hand reaches for Flame's chest, pulling and pinching his nipple without caring if it hurt or not. Flame was gone, he whines, his tail curling around Wemmbu's arm as his mind blanks out right that moment.
Wemmbu shoves in until his base, balls slapping againt his clit, and a jolt goes down Flame's spine. Flame clenched down tightly as he feels cum rush and paint his cervix and pussy. It's so hot— when he comes to, Wemmbu's far from done. Wemmbu was still fucking into his oversensitive cunt. Flame tries to stay on his feet as he fills him up, his breath fanning over the back Flame's neck, Wemmbu sinks his teeth into his skin again. Flame fails miserable on standing his knees buckle. He doesn't get a chance to fall with Wemmbu's hands hoisting him up with his hands on his waist, manhandling Flame into the position Wemmbu wants. He could feel thick cum dripping down his thighs and makingba small puddle on the ground.
"You're only good for being used."
Flame sobbed looking down, his cunt was ruined, already knowing it was probably bruised and swollen. From the puddle of slick and cum, a couple drops of blood stained white cum pink. Flame wished he could argue, mock Wemmbu back, but he could barely form proper noises. His tongue heavy in his mouth as drool spilled down. He wanted to be full of Wemmbu everyday if it were possible.
"I should put a baby in you. That way you can't fuck anyone over," Wemmbu threatens. Each word said with a harsh jab to his cervix.
"Wemmbu, that— ohfuck— I'm sorry— please don't— I'm so sorry— I, ah, ah, I don't want a baby— fuck!" Flame three his head back at the perfect grind, his head resting on Wemmbu's shoulder, his expression was cold so unlike their usual trysts.
"I don't give a shit about what you want." He yanked Flame's locs, "You're just a hole,"
Flame can't stop the shocked, hurt sound that escapse him. Wemmbu keeps on hammering his cock inside him, fucking him ruthlessly like they're not out in the open, like Flame isn't anyone but a warm, wet, tight thing he can fuck.
"I'm sorry— Ah- uh, uh, sorry, I'm sorry– please," the pain bleeds into overstimulation. Maybe he was just a dumb masochist, the overstimulation felt so good. He feels familiar pressure at the root of his clit. Wemmbu forces a second orgasm out of Flame. "Oh! Oh, oh— fuck– Wemmbu, Wemmbu— Wemm, please—"
His whimpers were mixing into sobs, the pleasure and pain, confusing and overwhelming his senses. Sex has never felt so much like dying. Everything hurts the same way a totem pop does. His clit twitched at Wemmbu's mean thrust.
Wemmbu is driven further by Flame's tears and sobs. Please forgive him. His hips was getting more frantic and forceful with every whimpered 'please'.
He feels something at the base of Wemmbu's dick.
"Wh— Wemmbu, I can— I can't, I can't, I'm sorry," fear floods his veins. "Pull out—"
"You will take it." Wemmbu grabbed his jaw to say that.
Flame wanted to shriek at the feeling of Wemmbu's knot popping in and out of his cunt. Widening his hole with every thrust until it was impossible for him to pull it out. Forcing Flame to take his cum. Warmth floods his body, he wanted to pee so badly, there was so much of it. He felt bloated and full, Wemmbu was clearly not over with what he wanted to do with Flame. His tears were blurring the entire world. It hurt so badly. And Wemmbu hasn't stopped cumming. He leaned his head back on armoured shoulders, his cock was pressing up on all his organs, Flame really needs to pee. He chokes on his breath, exertion, snot, and tears making it hard to breathe. His chest tightened to an uncomfortable degree. When was Wemmbu going to stop cumming??
Flame tried pulling Wemmbu's hands away, "Please, it's too much, too much in me,"
Wemmbu remained cold, "nah." He presses even deeper, "your cunt is already answering it can take it. Maybe even more."
"I need to pee," he tries.
"Then piss. I don't care." Wemmbu's hand moved to press somewhere on his stomach. His fingers find where Flame's bladder is, "c'mon pee yourself slut."
Flame shook his head. His hole clenching and unclenching on Wemmbu's knot.
"Pee yourself and I might forgive you,"
He whimpers, looking at Wemmbu's eyes. Something gleeful in his expression, no longer looking at Flame with cold eyes. Flame sniffles, "you promise?"
"Pee yourself and let me knot you one more time,"
"Ah– hhhnn, no please I can't get pregnant," he pleads.
"So you don't want me to forgive you?" Wemmbu's hands slowly starts letting go. It's so cold.
"No! Please! I'm sorry—" Flame cries. His breathing getting difficult again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry–" he tries to relax his bladder. Wanting to please Wemmbu, he feels something hot trickle down. His pee came out in spurts, it felt like another orgasm out of Flame before it became a proper stream of piss. He sobs, trying to get Wemmbu's hands to hold him properly again. "Forgive me— please, for-forgive me, Wemmbu please,"
Wemmbu laughs, loudly cackling in his ear. He bit softly at the fur on it. "Wowww, you're a dumb whore genuinely." He pet Flame's head, "you better hope our kid doesn't come out as stupid huh?"
Flame tries nodding, too busy peeing and clenching on Wemmbu's knot.
His jaw is forced to look up, the grip hard enough to bruise, "Don't do that shit ever again. Don't mess with Egg. Don't piss me off. I will hurt you next time, got it?" He nods. Wemmbu spits on his face, "use your words."
"Yes, yes yesyesyes, Okay, I'm sorry,"