Prince of Bones

11. Succumbing

The wendigo pushed in steadily but not too quickly, pretending that he was still searching for a good place to hold onto while he eased Hongjoong's body open.

Once more, he needed to get these drugs. His body gave way easily, welcoming the intrusion and it would probably still hurt later but seeing himself take that much like an expert maybe boosted his fried brain's ego a bit.

However, the situation with Seonghwa pressed against him through that ribcage and the wendigo stilling when it decided it was in deep enough for now certainly made his legs ache.

While Hongjoong was still trying to breathe and accustom his burning body to the many sensations having their impact on him the wendigo reached down with one big claw, easily snapping open the restraints on his feet.

Hongjoong was sure that even if he asked nicely they would not free his hands. Not after they won this game already.

He managed to settle his legs down more comfortably, choking on his breath again when the wendigo moved to put its claw down on the edge of the altar again.

And only after that the shadows really started with their plan.

Hongjoong cried out at the first rough thrust delivered deep inside, the pleasure shooting through him combined with the morbid view of his stomach bulging noticeably in between Seonghwa's legs dazzling. He guessed Seonghwa felt it too against his dripping arousal that was pressed against Hongjoong's belly through the fabric covering it and the man's own eyes rolled back in bliss.

Hongjoong was left no break to breathe after that. The wendigo was quiet in its powerful thrusting but he and Seonghwa were not, their broken moans echoing in the cave. Everything was slick with blood, reeked of death and sex and it still aroused Hongjoong to no end, the danger of the situation.

Seonghwa was whimpering with every thrust inside of him, being pressed down deep on Hongjoong whenever the wendigo pulled back and with that evil tendril inside of him that kept making everything all the more delicious.

Hongjoong quickly slipped into some delirious state, feeling his mouth drop open unhindered somewhen during this addicting feeling of being filled to the brim. They literally fucked him stupid and the way pretty Seonghwa was writhing and moaning so beautifully above him did also not help.

They got lost in their weird rhythm, forgetting everything that was not the lust cursing through their veins.

Somewhen in the middle, when he felt Seonghwa's sweat drip down on him and mix with all the blood on his body he wondered how soon the effects of the drugs would wear of. Would his head clear up while a huge wendigo was basically splitting him in two or only afterwards? He sure hoped his body would not react too harshly on it.

"Hongjoong- Hongjoong I-" Seonghwa was arching against that ribcage, obviously quite close already and their shadows immediately reacted, sending out tendrils that shyly dipped underneath the skirt he was wearing and made him cry out.

Hongjoong himself was still entirely powerless against that delicious push and pull, not minding the way the skin at his back broke from the constant scraping of stone against it or how his whole body felt as if it would burst from heat soon.

A few minutes later Seonghwa came with a guttural groan, his body taunt like a bow for a moment before he slumped down against Hongjoong, his skin hot. Hongjoong enjoyed staring in his lax face for a second longer then he threw his own head back with a yell when another tendril seperated from the heavy length inside of him, teasing his most sensitive spots.

Seonghwa weakly twitched when Hongjoong roughly rolled his hips up, filling his lover while that wendigo soon let out a groan himself that sounded like both of their voices together. The last few thrusts went so deep they nearly made Hongjoong vomit but he bit it back, letting his body spasm and twitch with oversensitivity when they came.