The Mist and the Lightning. Part 19

“Leave me alone, Arel, go feast on your freedom, eat your freedom! It seems to me that you have already eaten enough of it from Leonardo! He gave you a try. Did you like it?! Stuff your freedom, as the highest value, in your mouth and shut up!”

“Kors, you have just walked along the edge,” said Arel in a dull voice.

“You won’t do anything to me!”

“Are you so sure about that?”

“Even if you stuff your shit in my mouth, I don’t care! I have already eaten it a hundred times when I was licking you. I love your shit! Come on! Piss in my mouth, this is not a punishment for me! Beat, fuck, pisson me — this is not a punishment for me! No more!”

“Shall we check it?” Ariel said.

And Kors froze. Arel was silent and looked at him expectantly.

“Nik won't let you,” Kors finally said, but not beingen tirely sure.

“Nik will let me do anything because he respects my freedom!” and, seeing how Kors’ face changed and turned pale at these words, Arel burst out laughing.

“Stop laughing at me! You are always mocking me! Before you humiliate me, I will punch you in your beautiful and impudent face!”

Kors pounced on him.

But Arel quickly put both hands forward, grabbing Kors by the wrists and holding him at a distance:

“So, I’ll humiliate you after all? I had to tie you to a post for a couple of days to make you howl!”

“Well, fighting is the last thing we need here!” Nik shouted, seeing that Arel was holding the attack and was ready to twist Kors with a retaliatory attack.

“Cool down! Stop! In this world, you, Kors, are my petty tyrant father, you, Arel, are my lover, a fallen descendant of the royal family. And I’m a lame fool with a pretty face! That’s all! You understand? These are our suits. And we play by the rules! You get it?!”

Arel let go of Kors’ hands, first pushing him away from him with force.

“I’m not a petty tyrant,” Kors said quietly and with some resentment.

“I will punish you for the quarrel. You won’t fight now, but you know what you will be doing?”

“No, I don’t want, Nik, don’t make me fuck with him!”Kors literally howled from powerlessness.

“Then figure out how to amuse me, smart daddy sir.”

“How?!”

“Stand on your hind legs, mouse, sing and dance!”

Kors indignantly began to literally rip off his clothes:

“Be your way, let him fuck me! I can't sing and dance anyway. If it entertains you to watch stupid fucking without feelings and love, you are welcome!”

“Well, of course, but you are doing it really with love,” Nik disagreed, “you are made for each other, beautiful black lovers. And no matter how much you pretend to hate each other, you are in love. And you add a title to his name, you always call him Prince Arel, no matter what.”

“Just out of habit! I hate him!” Kors shouted.

“More, more, Vitor, keep going! Say you don’t love Arel, I love how passionate you say it!”

Kors collapsed onto the bed in despair.

Nik nodded approvingly.

“Begin, mice,” he said affectionately.

Chapter 15

Arel threw Kors on his back and crushed him under himself, starting to fuck him with some bestial cruelty. Hammering Kors, he was lifting his legs higher and higher, literally folding him in half, and everything happening was very unpleasant and humiliating. Kors hated the Demon’s pastimes, not understanding the pleasure of making his mice fuck for his fun, humiliating them and trampling their feelings while watching the bonded mice dutifully perform a play in bed. And now Nik was sitting on a chair, looking at them and smiling with a barely noticeable predatory smile, laughing at them and at how they tried to please him.

Kors clenched his teeth in pain, no longer doubting that all this would end badly for him, Arel would tear him apart and provoke another bleeding. And, most importantly, Kors had no way to cope with the mad prince and force him to stop.

“Legs up!” Arel hit him in the jaw with all his might, making him twitch and moan in pain.

Kors “heard” that Arel was angry with him for his words about freedom and the mention of Leonardo, and already desperately regretted that he had not kept silent in time.