Puppy!Angel Drabble
In the darkness I stay. In a wide open place, the room cold and prickling, like tacks. For a brief moment my interest is piqued – doesn´t happen much but I find it all so confusing.
What I don´t get it is the Puppy. Xander´s been so distant, so distraught, and though I don´t really care I can´t understand why he´s taken in a mongrel. What Puppy needs are the pretty stains of scarlet liquid all over his pale, beautiful flesh. To be painted with carnage that´ll cover up the ugly soul. A canvas so white shouldn´t be left unused. I could make art with that – beautiful lilac art.
A smile creeps up. I wonder if Puppy can turn purple like that? Damn. I´ll never know now.
They´re both too busy to realize I´ve stepped in. It´s so big in here that I find a nice little corner to sit and watch at a safe distance. Xan likes to have room. He loves the luxury of being in a space so big that none of him can be contained. Silly Xan, so insecure.
The bed creaks, the floor groans. Lots of thrusting and panting, chains rattling and heavy breathing. In passion they become human mimics, reaching out for each other.
Both are all naked and I want to play too. I feel a sensation build inside and my lips are licked in full satisfaction. So fun to watch.
Puppy is on his back, sprawled out as a lovely sacrifice – arms and legs shackled to make him more manageable. He gives his cock willingly. Xan pushes down on the impressive length while holding Puppy´s shoulders for balance. The mattress trembles beneath them, Xan moving up and down, like a piston, glistening with sweat. His eyes are glazed over and so are Puppy´s. They kiss, tongues battling, moaning pleasure.
"Yes!" Xan shouts and pulls on his cock. The fist pumps harder and harder and he sinks down until there´s one last thump of Puppy´s balls against his ass.
Funny, I´d of thought Xander for a top. Technically, I suppose he still is.
My smile broadens.
When it´s all said and done, over and completed, Xan rests on Puppy. They nuzzle with content like overfed cats, purring lightly and it´s actually nauseating. What comes next has me frozen.
"Thank you," Xan breathes out lowly.
"Master," Puppy responds, shutting his eyes tiredly.
A demon surfaces, hungry, aching for food. Fangs melt into flesh, pouring blood like fine wine over silk.
Where Puppy got the energy to bite Xander is a mystery. Why Xan allows it is infuriating.
But they nuzzle even closer as Puppy drinks from his master – cum dripping slowly from Xan´s used hole.
My eyes roll and I exit the room. All over – I have no interest in seeing that.
I sigh as I walk down the lonely halls.
Bored now.
The End
