Chapter 146: Molten Submission
Dante’s smirk was a razor blade in the dim light of his opulent bedroom. He traced a fingertip along Adam’s straining bicep, his voice dripping with that infuriating Detroit drawl. "Look at you, all tense. Club too much for the big bad hunter tonight? Need me to tuck you in with a lullaby?"
Adam’s jaw tightened, his knuckles white where they gripped Dante’s hipbone. "Keep talking, Morningstar. See where it gets you."
"Or what?" Dante purred, deliberately rolling his hips, grinding his half-hard cock against Adam’s thigh through the thin fabric of his own silk pants. His molten veins pulsed faintly beneath his skin. "Gonna spank me? Please. Bet you hit like a fucking kitten." He leaned in, breath hot against Adam’s ear. "All bark, no fucking bite."
That was it. Adam’s control snapped like brittle bone. He moved with terrifying speed, one powerful hand slamming Dante face-down onto the crimson silk sheets, the other yanking his pants down to his thighs in one brutal tug, exposing the demon’s pale, perfect ass. "Still got that smart mouth, huh?" Adam growled, his voice thick with frustration and lust. He flipped Dante fully onto his stomach, the demon letting out a sharp oof, and landed a vicious, open-handed slap across his bare ass cheek. The crack echoed off the dark wood panels.
Dante snarled, a feral sound deep in his throat, but his back arched instinctively, pushing his stinging flesh towards Adam. Molten veins flared brighter beneath his skin. Adam didn't hesitate. He roughly spread Dante's cheeks wide, exposing the tight, pink pucker. He spat, a thick glob landing directly onto Dante's hole. Before the demon could react, Adam breached him with two thick fingers, driving in knuckle-deep with brutal efficiency. He scissored them harshly, stretching the tight ring of muscle, a low groan escaping Dante despite himself.
"Fucking beg," Adam commanded, his voice a dark rumble. He curled his fingers ruthlessly forward, finding that spot deep inside that made Dante’s entire body jolt. Leathery black wings exploded from Dante’s back in an involuntary eruption, smothering half the bed.
"Fuck... you," Dante gasped, biting down hard on the silk sheet, his voice muffled but defiant. Sweat beaded on his temples.
Adam added a third finger without mercy, stretching him wide, the burn sharp and intense. Dante hissed, his body tensing, wings fluttering wildly. "Beg!" Adam snarled, twisting his fingers.
The overwhelming stretch, the relentless pressure on his prostate, broke him. "Please!" Dante choked out, the word ripped from him. "Fuck, Adam, just fuck me already! NOW!"
Adam didn't hesitate. He withdrew his fingers, lined up his thick, leaking cock, and slammed forward in one punishing thrust, sheathing himself to the hilt. Dante roared, the sound part agony, part ecstasy, his wings snapping taut. Adam’s hands shot up, gripping the base of Dante’s curved horns, yanking his head back at a brutal angle, exposing his throat. He set a ruthless, piston-like pace immediately, driving into Dante's tight heat with savage force. The heavy oak bedframe slammed against the ancient stone wall with every powerful forward surge, the rhythmic thud-thud-thud a brutal counterpoint to Dante's choked gasps and Adam's guttural grunts. Adam fucked him like he was trying to break him apart, claiming him with every deep, unforgiving stroke.
Adam fucked him like he was trying to break him apart, claiming him with every deep, unforgiving stroke. Dante’s choked gasps morphed into a low, defiant chuckle vibrating against the silk sheets Adam had shoved his face into. "That all you got, angel?" Dante rasped, voice thick but laced with that infuriating Detroit edge. "Feels like you’re fucking me with a wet noodle." He deliberately clenched his ass muscles around Adam’s pistoning cock, a sharp, vicious squeeze.
Adam snarled, the sound primal. He wrenched Dante’s head back by the horns again, the angle brutal. "Shut your fucking mouth," he growled, landing another stinging slap across Dante’s already reddened ass cheek. The crack echoed sharply. "Beg for it. Now."
Dante spat blood onto the crimson silk, a dark smirk twisting his lips despite the pain. "Go fuck yourself," he hissed, grinding his hips back onto Adam’s cock with deliberate provocation. "Your pathetic dick couldn’t fill a thimble."
Adam’s response was immediate, violent. He slammed Dante’s face harder into the mattress, muffling him, while his free hand snaked down, fingers digging cruelly into the tender flesh of Dante’s inner thigh. He pinched, hard, twisting the skin until Dante jerked beneath him. Simultaneously, Adam bit down on the tendon where Dante’s neck met his shoulder, teeth breaking skin, drawing a metallic tang of blood. Dante arched violently, a muffled groan escaping him, his cock leaking profusely onto the sheets – undeniable proof of his arousal beneath the defiance.
Adam pulled back slightly, his breath hot and ragged against Dante’s bleeding bite mark. "Last chance, Morningstar," he rumbled, the promise of further pain thick in his voice. His fingers tightened warningly on Dante’s thigh. "Beg."
Dante panted, sweat stinging his eyes, the sting of the slap, the ache of the bite, the deep throb of Adam’s cock buried inside him a dizzying cocktail. He felt the hunter’s coiled power, the threat radiating off him. Pride warred with the desperate need for release clawing up his spine. "No," he ground out, the word barely audible, trembling.
Adam’s hand left his thigh. He reared back slightly, then brought his palm down with brutal, focused force directly onto Dante’s prostate, slapping the sensitive gland through the wall of his ass. The impact wasn’t just pain; it was electric, blinding, sending stars exploding behind Dante’s eyelids and a strangled scream tearing from his throat. His body convulsed, his hole spasming wildly around Adam’s cock. "BEG!" Adam roared, the command vibrating through the room.
The sheer, overwhelming intensity shattered Dante’s resistance. "FUCK! PLEASE!" he screamed, the words ripped raw, tears of agony and ecstasy blurring his vision. "ADAM! PLEASE! FUCK ME! HARDER! BREED ME, YOU FUCKING BASTARD! PLEASE!"
Adam didn’t hesitate. He released Dante’s horns, gripped his hips with bruising force, and drove forward with unleashed, brutal power. Every thrust was a claiming, deep and punishing, the wet slap of flesh deafening. He fucked Dante with ruthless abandon, no finesse, just raw, animalistic possession, pistoning into the demon’s yielding heat as Dante’s desperate pleas dissolved into incoherent, shattered moans.
Adam’s brutal thrusts hammered into Dante’s ass, each deep plunge forcing a choked gasp from the demon’s bruised lips. "Take it, you fucking hellspawn," Adam snarled, his grip bruising Dante's hips, the massive bed groaning under their violent rhythm. Sweat stung Dante’s eyes, the coppery tang of his own blood thick in his throat from where Adam had bitten him. Molten veins flared bright crimson beneath Dante’s skin, a visible testament to the overwhelming sensation of being split open, owned. "Harder... you fucking pussy," Dante rasped, defiance a thin veneer over raw need, arching back desperately onto Adam’s cock. "Shut it," Adam growled, landing another stinging slap on Dante's reddened ass cheek. The sharp crack echoed, mixing with the wet slap of skin on skin as Adam pistoned deeper. His cock dragged ruthlessly over Dante’s prostate with every inward drive, a relentless assault that shattered coherent thought. "FUCK! Right there!" Dante howled, his wings thrashing wildly against the tangled silk sheets. Adam’s hand snaked around Dante’s throat, squeezing, cutting off air and sound. "You want it?" he demanded, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, deeper, grinding his pubic bone against Dante’s ass. Dante’s desperate nod was frantic, his body trembling on the precipice. "Say it!" Adam tightened the chokehold. "Yours!" Dante choked out, the word ragged, broken. "Fuck... wreck me! Breed this greedy fucking hole!" Adam roared, burying himself to the hilt as Dante’s body locked, a primal scream tearing free as his orgasm exploded. Thick ropes of come splattered the crimson silk beneath him, his ass clenching like a vise around Adam’s driving cock. Adam followed instantly, a guttural groan erupting as he slammed deep and held, pulsing jet after hot jet of come deep inside the demon’s clutching channel. He collapsed forward, his sweat-slicked chest pressing Dante into the ruined sheets, his spent cock still lodged deep within Dante’s trembling body. "Told you... you'd beg," Adam panted against Dante’s bleeding shoulder, his voice rough with satisfaction. Dante shuddered, the aftershocks wracking him, Adam’s release a hot, claiming flood inside him. "Fuck you," Dante breathed, the insult lacking any heat, his body utterly spent. Adam’s low chuckle vibrated against Dante’s back. "Count on it, Morningstar. This ass is mine for the night." His fingers traced the fresh bite mark possessively.
Adam’s possessive touch ignited Dante’s molten core. In a blur of preternatural speed fueled by centuries of pent-up rage and lust, Dante exploded. He twisted violently, his elbow cracking backwards into Adam’s temple, stunning the hunter. Before Adam could react, Dante flipped their positions with brutal, demonic strength. Adam slammed onto his back, the breath whooshing from his lungs, disorientation flashing in his eyes.
Dante was on him instantly, knees pinning Adam’s powerful thighs to the mattress. One hand clamped Adam’s throat like an iron vice, the other tore at Adam’s pants, ripping the tough fabric like tissue. "Think you run shit, baby?" Dante snarled, his Detroit drawl now a razor-edged growl. He spat onto his own palm, slicked his thick, veined cock, and without preamble, slammed into Adam’s tight, unprepared hole. Adam roared, a sound of pure shock and searing pain, his body arching off the bed.
"FUCKING HELL, MORNINGSTAR!" Adam bellowed, struggling wildly, his muscles bunching under Dante’s unyielding weight. "Get your demon dick OUT!"
"Make me, baby," Dante taunted, grinding deep, the stretch obscene. He leaned down, his lips brushing Adam’s ear. "Or just take it like the good boy you are." Adam froze for a split second at the words, a flicker of something desperate crossing his face before rage contorted it again. He bucked hard, trying to dislodge Dante. "Fuck you!"
Dante’s hand tightened on Adam’s throat, cutting off his air. He pulled back slightly, then drove forward with punishing force, burying himself impossibly deeper. Adam choked, his struggles weakening. "Uh-uh, baby," Dante murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Bad boys get punished. Good boys get fucked deep." He began a relentless, piston-like rhythm, each thrust brutal and unforgiving, the wet slap of flesh echoing off the stone walls. "That’s it, good boy," Dante crooned, watching Adam’s eyes roll back. "Take Daddy’s cock. Take every fucking inch." He pistoned harder, deeper, hitting Adam’s prostate with unerring accuracy. Adam’s defiant roar dissolved into a ragged, broken moan. "Fuck... Dante..."
"Beg for it, good boy," Dante commanded, his rhythm unrelenting, his grip on Adam’s throat shifting to grip his jaw. "Beg me to wreck this tight fucking hole." Adam panted, sweat pouring down his temples, his cock leaking desperately against his stomach. "P-please," he gasped, the word alien on his tongue. "Harder... Dante... wreck me..."
Dante’s laugh was low, dark velvet scraping stone. "Louder, baby." He pistoned his hips, each brutal thrust forcing Adam’s broad shoulders deeper into the crimson silk. Adam’s choked gasp hitched into a ragged groan as Dante’s thick cockhead dragged ruthlessly over his prostate again. "Fuck! Dante!" Adam’s hands scrabbled uselessly against Dante’s sweat-slicked thighs. "Please... harder... wreck me!" Molten veins pulsed beneath Dante’s skin, casting flickering crimson light across Adam’s strained face. "That’s my good boy," Dante purred, leaning down, his breath hot and wet against Adam’s ear. He slowed his punishing rhythm, grinding deep instead, a cruel, deliberate rotation that made Adam whimper. "Taking Daddy’s cock so fucking deep." Adam’s hips jerked, seeking friction Dante deliberately denied. "Don’t stop... fuck... please!" Dante chuckled, pulling almost entirely out, leaving just the swollen head stretching Adam’s abused rim. "Stop?" He landed a sharp slap on Adam’s inner thigh, the sound cracking through the heavy air. "You want me to stop, good boy?" Adam shuddered, his cock weeping onto his stomach. "No! Fuck no! Don’t stop!" Dante slammed back in, burying himself to the hilt in one vicious lunge. Adam screamed, his back arching violently off the bed. "Beg me to fill this greedy hole," Dante commanded, his voice dropping to a guttural rasp. He resumed the relentless, piston-like thrusts, the wet slap of flesh echoing louder, the heavy bedframe groaning against the stone wall with each powerful drive. Adam’s defiance was ash. "Please! Dante! Fill me! Breed me! Fucking OWN me!" Dante’s grin was feral. "Almost, baby." He leaned forward, biting Adam’s collarbone hard enough to draw blood anew, his hips never slowing their brutal pace. "Not... fucking...yet." He pistoned harder, deeper, denying the climax clawing up Adam’s spine. "Hold it."
Dante pistoned mercilessly, each powerful thrust driving Adam’s shoulders deeper into the ruined silk, the heavy bed’s thudding against stone echoing Adam’s choked groans. "Hold it," Dante commanded again, his voice a low, dark rumble vibrating against Adam’s sweat-slicked skin. He felt Adam’s body tremble violently beneath him, the hunter’s cock a rigid, leaking pillar against his own stomach, balls drawn impossibly tight. Dante deliberately angled his hips, grinding the thick ridge of his cockhead hard against Adam’s prostate in slow, excruciating circles, denying him the release his entire body screamed for. "You can take it, good boy," Dante murmured, the endearment a blade coated in honey. "Hold Daddy’s cock deep inside that greedy fucking hole." Adam’s jaw clenched, a strangled sob escaping his throat, tears of pure, agonized frustration mixing with the sweat on his temples. "P-please... Dante... can’t..." He bucked weakly, a desperate, involuntary spasm. Dante instantly stilled, buried to the hilt, the sudden lack of motion an even crueler torture. "Shhh," he soothed mockingly, tracing the fresh bite mark on Adam’s collarbone with his tongue. "Bad boys beg. Good boys obey." He pressed a kiss, deceptively soft, against Adam’s thundering pulse. "You wanna be my good boy, don’t you, Adam?" Adam shuddered, a full-body convulsion, his defiance crumbling into dust. "Yes," he gasped, the word ragged, broken. "Yours. Good... good boy." Dante rewarded him with a single, shallow thrust, then stopped again, feeling Adam’s ass clench spastically around him. "Then hold." Adam whimpered, high and desperate, his hands fisting in the shredded silk. "Wanna... come... please, Daddy..." Dante smiled, a feral baring of teeth. "Soon, baby." He snapped his hips forward, once, twice, hitting that spot with brutal precision. "FUCK!" Adam screamed, back arching off the bed. "NOW!" Dante roared, unleashing his punishing rhythm anew, pistoning into Adam’s abused heat with savage, unrestrained force. The wet slap of flesh was obscenely loud. "Let go!" Dante commanded, his voice cracking like a whip. Adam shattered. A raw, broken howl tore from his throat as his cock erupted, thick ropes of come splattering his heaving chest and stomach in violent pulses. His ass clenched like a vice, milking Dante instantly. Dante roared, slamming deep as his own climax ripped through him, flooding Adam’s clutching channel with pulse after pulse of scalding release. "Mine," Dante growled, collapsing onto Adam’s trembling, sweat-drenched body, his spent cock still buried deep.