CHAPTER 4: TORN OPEN

I collapsed to the chill stone floor, my muscles trembling as I tried lifting myself off the floor. Blood trailed down my body, matting my hair to my face and the smell of burning skin caused my stomach to churn.

Thrakos knelt beside me, gazing into my eyes as his hands closed around my wrist. I was barely aware of anything until he began to tug me toward the bloodied altar.

"You're weak," he said, his tone low. "But do not worry, Kael. I will make you strong again."

My vision was fading, but as I looked up, I caught a flash of movement—his cock, hard and throbbing. A warm feeling swept me, reaching down to my crotch and my mouth watered

The feeling from before came again—I wanted him badly. 

Suddenly, he stopped.

My eyes struggled to stay open as I looked up at Thrakos who stood over me, his eyes red and his lips pulled back in a sly grin. He grabbed both of my arms and pinned them down, my back scraping against the broken steps of the altar. Slowly, his hand traveled down, until his fingers closed around my cock.

I gasped sharply.

Soft moans escaped my lips as my cock hardened under his touch. The runes that had faded before returned, glowing softly as he continued to stroke.

"You need more," he breathed in my ear, as he rubbed his hard cock rub, slipping it between my thighs. 

I groaned softly as he stroked my dick harder, feeding me with more power. But just as I was about reaching my climax, he stopped. 

I opened my eyes, staring at him hungrily. Thrakos, seeing my desperation, smiled before roughly turning me on my back. He grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart, his tongue caressing my asshole.

“Oh fuck," I groaned softly, my entire body trembling with pleasure. 

I reached for his head, trying to push his face deeper when he grabbed my arm and pulled it back as his tongue pushed deeper into my ass. My groans turned into screams of ecstasy as I squeezed my eyes shut, energy coursing through my veins. 

“You did well, Kaelen," Thrakos whispered as he grabbed me by my waist, lifting me up into the air, “here's your reward." 

I tried to turn back, to see what he was going to do to me, when large chains spiraled out of the ground, curling around my neck and holding me in place. I struggled, but just like before, the chains bled deeper.

Thrakos gently stroked my ass, his fingers playing with my balls. “You’re wet down here,” he snarled, chuckling as he spanked my ass cheeks. “You’re ready.”

I tried to turn as different thoughts raced through my mind. What did he mean? What was I ready for?

“Urgh!!!" I grunted as his cock slipped into my ass. 

The pain was sharp at first—a searing stretch—but it melted away almost immediately into something else. Whatever thought I had before instantly vanished, and all I could think was for him to go harder, deeper.

Thrakos thrust again, a low snarl escaping his throat. "Do you feel it, Kaelen?" he hissed, grabbing my neck and turning my face to meet his. 

I screamed, but I didn't want him to stop. My body arched as Thrakos drove deeper into me, the runes on my body burning hotter with each push, throbbing with each lunge of his cock.

I couldn't speak—only moan and shiver. I should have hated this. I should have fought him. 

But I couldn't.

Every time his dick thrust into me, more power surged through me and I hungered for more. "You're mine now," Thrakos snarled against my ear, and I didn't deny it. 

The wet sound of his dick against my wet ass echoed across the hall. I could feel him trembling and I knew he was close. I pushed back, closing my eyes as I begged for more. But just as he was about finishing again, he pulled out. 

“No…” I whispered softly as the chains around me slowly loosened. 

My legs collapsed from beneath me the moment the chains dropped off. I fell to the floor, trembling. Fire coursed through my veins like molten lava, and though I was filled to bursting with power, I was too weak to do anything but lie there. 

“Ugh,” I groaned as my vision began to cloud. 

Thrakos smirked as he stood over me, still hard. His cock throbbed with swollen veins as he knelt down beside me. His hands covered my face and everything went black after that. 

“Fuck," I cursed under my breath as my eyes fluttered open. 

I turned to the side, my body aching as I rested on my elbow. I looked down, a small frown forming in my face. I was… clothed?

“What is this?" I grabbed the ragged robe wrapped around my body. It was torn at the seams, stiff with blood and the rotten smell made me gag. 

My eyes flashed to my arms, and I froze. The runes were back, pulsating softly with a crimson glow. This time, they weren't etched on my skin but seemed to be deeper and if I wasn't looking properly, I wouldn't have seen it. 

"What the fuck did he do to me?" I whispered to myself as I turned my arm, tracing the etchings. 

“You're awake."

I turned slowly.

Thrakos stood by the bloodied altar where he had just defiled me, his hands placed behind his back. He was dressed in worn leather armor, a dark cloak billowing over it, its hood pulled up over his head. He looked at ease… amused.

"You dressed me?" I asked, glancing at the robe that was loosely thrown over my body.

Thrakos chuckled. "Don't trouble that pretty head of yours with it."

I blinked. "What do you want from me?"

He cocked his head, his narrowing gaze never leaving mine. "You desired power," he said, "And I gave it to you. When you satisfy me, you draw power from the hellfire that courses through my veins. That is your gift."

I swallowed, shame washing over me like ice. I wanted to scream, to tear the robe from me and scrape the runes from my skin. But instead, I found myself asking, "then why didn't you finish in me before?"

He raised a brow, his smile widening with amusement. “If I had you would have been overwhelmed by the force of a thousand hellfires. Your human form would've torn apart and burned from the inside out. You're not ready."

I clenched my fist, a dark frown settling on my face. "So what now? I'm just your toy? Someone to satisfy your cravings?" 

Thrakos grinned as he began taking slow steps towards me. "Of course not," he said. "I wouldn't have answered your call if there wasn't anything in it for me, mortal."

I stared up at him as he stopped just short of me.

“My throne,” he said, voice now cold with fury. “Vaelith—my treacherous brother—has taken it. Banished me from the hell realm. He sits on what was mine, wearing a crown that was forged for my horns.”

He cupped my face, stroking my chin. 

“You, Kaelen… you’re going to help me take it back.”