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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">Ever was dying inside.</span></i> With every hard, unyielding forward thrust of Klaus' pelvis, his engorged sex plunged into the tight clench of his rectum and far beyond that to the prized jewel, his prostate. The tip of his rapist's cock was banging mercilessly against the sensitized gland, which transformed his pleas to stop hurting him into<i> please don't stop now I'm close</i> in a matter of minutes. Close to what, Ever Kasala didn't know exactly. <br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">Ever wanted to explode.</span> </i>It didn't matter where his cock exploded. It could have been in Klaus' hand, his mouth, on the sheets, or upon his belly as it had countless other times when he was masturbating. Every time Klaus drilled deeper, Ever felt like he was going to skyrocket to the moon, naked and wildly screaming as thick globs of warm seed sprayed out of his erect dick. Except he couldn't get off, not with the cock ring on.<br/>
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Intermingled with abject need and desire, the message within the depths of Ever Kasala's olive eyes read, <i>you fucking bastard I hate you,</i> even though those words never made it out of his mouth. The constricting band around his turgid, dripping cock was doing its magic, and restricting the blood flow from his organ so that it stood at complete, rigid attention between his sweaty body and the ripples of Klaus Augustin' lower abdominal muscles. <br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">Ever wanted to kill him.</span> </i>He didn't know how to do it nor did he have the means, but <i>didn't sunlight kill vampires? How about a wooden stake through the heart?</i> Hell he'd sharpen a goddamn pencil just to have the pleasure of giving Klaus the same smarmy fucking arrogant smirk, as he thrust the pointed tip into his black as pitch heart. Then do it one more time for his precious twin brother, even if Magnus wasn't the one making him suffer right now. Magnus wasn't all that innocent though, because he was responsible for luring him into this trap.<br/>
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Pinned down like a butterfly in a killing jar, his arms could not move a fraction of an inch and even if Ever could, his strength was poorly matched to that of a supernatural murderer and rapist. That had already been proven. Fuck--fuck...grrrr. Ever groaned, and grunted in anger and frustration at his current dilemma. He hated--<i>no despised </i>this beast of a man, or something that looked and acted like one. <i>Certainly felt...like...one.</i> Ever gasped, and his body shook as Klaus thrust into him as if he wanted to impale him on his dick.<br/>
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<i>Oh.</i><br/>
<i>My. </i><br/>
<i>God.</i><br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">Maybe Ever wanted to impale himself on his dick.</span></i> The danseur was coming completely undone, losing his fucking mind as his screams shifted to raspy, throaty sounding moans. Not only was Ever moaning, he seemed to encourage Klaus' incessant deep strokes by lifting his hips as much as his restraints allowed in order to meet him part way. He seemed to suffer from short term memory loss, forgetting the knife was close to the hollow of his throat until its metallic glint was caught in the ambient light of the bedroom as Klaus tossed it across the bed to the nightstand. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"><i><b>"You're so sweet,"</b> Klaus hissed, derision in his voice as he continued to pound mercilessly into Ever's backside while watching thick streams of pre-cum leak from the tip of Ever's tumescent arousal. <b>"Am I understanding this correctly?" </b>Klaus asked, slowing down his relentlessly pumping so he could speak clearly. <b>"Does my precious little cunt like it? Hm?"</b></i></span><br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">Ever wanted to smash his perfect face, and shatter his fangs into dust.</span> </i>Klaus' guttural accent, retained its soft lilt but that subtracted nothing from its malicious intent to mock and draw humor at his current state. The words were meant to wound him, adding insult to obvious injury. Ever balled his hands into tight fists, as if he wanted to punch Klaus in the face, hard, harder, the hardest he ever could for jeering at his pain, and the fact the pain was now becoming pleasure. He was enjoying his rape, and once started on that road there was no turning back.<br/>
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Klaus was still not satisfied with taunting a restrained, gagged victim of his sexual violence. No, he had to magnify it even more by undoing the ties to the gag, removing it completely so that his once silenced cries were quite loudly heard in the room, and probably elsewhere throughout Augustin manor. His pouty, moist lips couldn't close, no. They wouldn't close. Klaus was literally fucking him so hard now, that all Ever could do was make a wounded, squealing sound. He was panting in between thrusts, panting and moaning like a complete whore.<br/>
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Not to be outdone, Klaus wanted to taste the pleasure in addition to forcefully taking it from him under duress. His nimble digits sought out the dark curls atop Ever's head, and locked there in place until he twisted it to one side in order to sink his sharpened canines into the space where his blood vessels were. If they tried to conceal themselves, it wouldn't have mattered. The sanguine flow of human blood under pressure jetted out of the punctures his teeth made, Klaus' hungry mouth latching on and sucking hard for its nourishment.<br/>
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This time, the room was rent with a loud scream of pain instead of lustful moaning.<br/>
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<b>"AHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHhhhmmmnnn.....it hurrrrrrtssss!"</b><br/>
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As Klaus fed from the font of his neck, it seemed all of his blood was being drained out of him. Except for all the blood trapped beyond the cock ring, which kept his inflated, angry looking dick and balls in a state of unrelease. His scream was succinct, dying abruptly unlike before. Ever' head began to whirl dizzily, his heartbeat and pulse sounding like ocean waves rushing ashore in his ears as he lay there, helpless. Nothing made sense. Not the foreign words spoken aloud, not the forceful, hungry pull of Klaus' lips and tongue.<br/>
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With everything else in his young life, Ever always seemed to have some sort of idea of where he was going and how to steer the course through obstacles. This time, he didn't know and didn't have any control of the ship when the rocks threatened to shatter its hull. Little by little, drop by precious drop, more of himself was lost and became Klaus Augustin's, until Ever didn't know who he was or how he got there. No, he was a hole. An immense hole, black as the abyss that he was falling into.<br/>
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Ever's eyes fluttered closed, his movements slowing to a stop as he drifted into unconsciousness. In his weakened state, Ever put up hardly any struggle, even when Klaus pulled his fangs out and began to squeeze his throat with his hand. Even then, the blood oozing out of the puncture wounds that were left behind were only enough to leave pretty red splotches all over their satiny sheets, never enough to bring an end to his life. <br/>
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The fucking would continue, whether Ever was conscious or not.<br/>
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