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When it comes to sex, Vox really should have learned by now the quickest way to get Valentino to insist on something new is to tell him no.
Wanna try a new kink and act a little too excited about it? All of a sudden he’s bored of it, scrolling on his phone and saying it’s been done. Even if Val brings it up, the moment Vox seems too eager, he loses interest and doesn’t want to bother.
But if he brings up something Vox doesn’t like, no amount of denial will get him to shut up about it. It could be the most vanilla shit in the world, but if Vox acts like it disgusts him, he will whine and sulk and manipulate until he gets his way.
Which is why Vox really should have played it cool when his lover brought up breeding kink.
“Sinners can’t get pregnant,” Vox had responded without looking up from his computer.
“Tch, I know that, Vox, it’s a kink!”
“I did the whole white picket fence thing when I was alive. I’m not interested in revisiting it,” Vox murmurs.
“It would be different if it was me .”
“I don’t wanna knock you up, Val.” He continues typing in the vain hope that Val will get tired of being ignored and give up. It has never, not once, worked before, but he’s just an optimist like that.
“Well that’s fine because you can’t actually do it. But wouldn’t it be fun to try anyway?”
“It’d be fun to fuck you,” he allows. “At least once I’ve finished going over these reports. But no, it wouldn’t be fun to get you pregnant because I’m not into that. ”
And that had sealed his fate, really.
It’s no secret that spying on Val is one of his favorite hobbies. Valentino loves an audience, and he usually revels in the attention. By now he knows where most of the cameras are, carefully angles his body to give the best show possible when he’s playing with his toys.
But lately, the shows have had the same obnoxious theme. Every porn he shoots is suddenly following a common thread: howling wolf demons growling that they have to breed their mates right fucking now , whores rolling their eyes back and squealing “knock me up, daddy, give me your babies!”, cumshots on big, round bellies. Even Angel Dust gets in on it, whining “noooo, don’t come inside, you’ll get me pregnant” while Val rails him.
He can’t get off to this shit, but he’s developed a Pavlovian response to Val’s displays, his dick twitching the moment he starts getting nasty for the camera, so it’s amounted to a week of blue balls that has him in such a shitty mood all of his employees cower in fear.
Vox curses and jerks at his tie when he gets back to his rooms. He’d fucked his assistant’s throat raw while the little fish twink knelt under his desk, but even that hasn’t soothed the restless itch under his skin. It’s Val winding him up, which means Val is the only one who can really fix it.
“Finally home, papito ?”
His cock gives a hopeful little leap at the purr in his partner’s voice. Apparently it missed the message that he is pissed at Val, that Val’s been fucking with him all week— not in the fun way—and trying to shove a kink down his throat he knows Vox isn’t into. “Val, for fuck’s sake, I am goddamn sick of y—”
He looks up from his phone, and the words die in his throat. Val is perched on the arm of the couch, one leg crossed over the other to expose fishnet thighs. His outfit should be ridiculous: a fucking nun’s habit, or at least Val’s slutty porn version of one. The head part—whatever the fuck it’s called—has an upside down cross, and the dress bit has a slit so high it deserves a trip to the confessional all to itself.
His phone clatters to the floor.
Now this is a kink he can get into. He does his best to play it cool, not to look too eager lest Val lose interest. He goes to pick up his poor phone and tugs on the cuff of his suit jacket to make sure it’s back in place. “That’s uh…that’s quite the outfit.”
Val grins widely, showing off those sharp teeth. “Mm, you like it, baby? I’m so pure and chaste.”
Vox advances towards him, head bobbing in a nod. “Yeah, you’re just a good little nun, aren’t you? Never known the touch of a man…”
“Mmhmm. But papi, I think something’s growing . It must be…an immaculate conception .”
Vox groans and lets his head fall back. “Oh god damnit, Val. Not this shit again.”
Val gasps theatrically and grasps at the upside down crucifix hanging from his neck. “That’s blasphemy !”
Sparks crackle between his antennae as he tries to keep his cool. “I told you,” he grinds out between his teeth. “I’m not into this pregnancy shit.”
Val rises gracefully from his spot on the arm of the couch. His hips sway as he saunters up to Vox, moving slow and making sure he takes in every step.
“But imagine if we did have a child, mi amor . It wouldn’t be like the little ankle biters you had on earth,” Val creeps up behind him, and he can feel his breath against the side of his screen as he purrs into where his ear should be. “Porn and media together. Everything that’s good about you mixed with all the perfection of me ,” Vox snorts, but Val keeps talking, “oh, they would be unstoppable. An unholy union like that? Hell would tremble at our feet.”
Oh. That’s…something. His dick gives a little twitch of interest. Valentino never misses a beat when it comes to cock, and he gives a dark chuckle. “Can you see it? That’s why they don’t let us have children. If I bore your spawn,” clawed fingers scrape down his side, “we’d topple all seven rings.”
Vox feels a prickle of static electricity spark along his skin, chasing after Val’s claws. His fans pick up speed a bit. Oh no way is he getting into this bullshit now. How does Val always do this? “We…we would,” he admits with a gulp.
“I never wanted to knock a bitch up before,” he continues, and his long tongue lolls out, sliding up his screen and leaving behind a shining trail of pink drool. “But, mmm, papi, you make me wish I could get knocked up. You’ve got power like I’ve never seen, power enough to make me want to carry some of it inside me and watch it grow.”
No. No no no. This is not happening.
Except that it is , and he can feel himself getting hard inside his slacks no matter how he tells his body to cut the shit. “Y-yeah…?” He reaches back to slide his hand up Val’s thigh, lets his claws tug a little at the fishnets.
Val deftly moves out of his reach, but he’s not gone long. He circles around to stand in front of Vox, which is fine with him because now he can see his hand sliding up his thigh again.
Val puts his hand over Vox’s. He pushes two of the claw caps off his fingers and lets them fall to the floor, which makes his breath hitch. Oh fuck yes, he know exactly what that means. Val guides Vox’s partially declawed hand up under his skirt, dragging it over the bulge of his straining cock and down lower, where he can feel him soaking the fabric, the heat of him through whatever skimpy little panties he’s got on today.
“Yessss,” he hisses. “Would you give it to me, Voxxy? Would you let me have some of that power?” Vox’s throat bobs as Val maneuvers his fingers, puppetlike, to push his panties aside, guides him to press two fingers into the slick heat of his cunt. “Right here? Where I need it?”
Vox moans, sliding his fingers in further and enjoying the way he clutches around him. “You need it, baby?” He pants.
Valentino nods and lets out a whorish moan. “Yesss papi , I need it deep inside. I’ll take what you give me, and together we’ll make something so horrible all of Hell will weep.”
Together. He can’t deny the appeal of that, bringing Hell to its knees with something they made together. He thinks of using Val’s body to create even more terror, of letting their powers meld, as he starts to pump his fingers. He drinks in the way Val rocks his hips into it, the bite of the stretched fabric catching on his wrist as he fingers him with his panties still on. “We would,” he whispers, voice gone dark, eye starting to swirl. “They’d never know what hit them.”
Val gives an exaggerated, melodramatic sigh. He jerks Vox’s hand abruptly out of him. “Ah, well. Too bad you’re not into it.” He presses a wet smack of a kiss to Vox’s screen and steps away with a triumphant smirk.
“Wait. Wait wait wait, Val… ” he reaches out to paw at him, but Valentino ducks out of his reach and laughs as he sashays to the door.
“Bye bye, Voxxy,” he coos, giving a little wave before the door clicks shut behind him.
“Oh what the FUCK!”
He’s more pent up than ever after that, and he makes sure it’s everyone’s problem. Every Voxtek employee is learning that Hell can be so much worse than the misery of their day to day.
Valentino ignores him for the next few days, which isn’t a surprise given that Vox knows the rhythm of his mind games by heart at this point. He loves to give Vox a taste of what he can’t have and then cut off all access until he’s desperate. The same strategy that works to break his whores does a better job than he’d like to admit at breaking Vox down too.
Finally, finally, he gets a flirty text from Val with instructions on when and where to meet him for a “date night.” This is probably going to be more bullshit, but by now he’s wound so tight he can’t bring himself to care. He shoots back a quick text that he’ll be there and struggles to focus on getting anything done the rest of the day.
Vox walks into the studio where Val said to meet him. It’s set up like an outdoor scene: overhead lights tinted blue to give the illusion of moonlight, lush greenery everywhere, ambient sound effects of crickets, night birds, and whistling wind.
Goosebumps rise on his skin. This all seems very…romantic. Normal.
Something very wrong must be about to happen.
He scans the scene, walks further in and finds a clearing with a large stone slab in the center. It appears to be some sort of altar. There are candles arranged around it, wax melting into pools and dripping down the stone. In the center is a pentagram drawn in blood. They have fake blood for scenes like this, but knowing Valentino, this is probably the genuine article.
The man himself lies atop the the altar.
He’s wearing a white loincloth and nothing else, his arms bound in front of him and legs tied together, all using rough rope that must chafe like a bitch. He’s gagged, which is a fucking relief after the bullshit he’s been running his mouth about lately.
The scene makes the overlord part of him rise to the surface, electric power prickling over his skin. He can feel his teeth lengthen, cables slinking out of his back and curling through the air, sniffing for something to wrap around and hold tight.
Fuck yes.
He approaches the altar and stares down at Valentino, who arches his back and lets his eyes go heavy-lidded. He lets out a little moan behind the gag and makes a show of struggling against the ropes. Vox scrapes his clawed fingers up his side, along his ribs and over the swell of muscle at his chest. “Look at you,” he breathes, a little reverence in his voice even though he’s clearly the god here, Valentino the sexy little sacrifice.
“Mmmmph,” Valentino answers, but of course it’s unintelligible. Vox chuckles and jerks at the chain connecting his nipple piercings cruelly, which makes him jerk and whimper. One of the cables slides along Val’s leg, exploring. He can feel every inch of smooth skin as if it were his hand there instead.
“I could do anything to you.” Vox vaults himself up onto the dais. He swings a leg over Val and settles back to sit on his thighs, admiring the absurdly large tent in his loincloth. “And the best part is you can’t say shit this time,” he mutters, more to himself than to Val.
He doesn’t miss the indignant little squeak that earns him, the flex of his muscles as he struggles against the ropes with a little more sincerity. “Aw, don’t be mad , baby. Human sacrifices don’t get to choose. And that’s what you are, right? My sweet little sacrifice. All laid out for me to devour….” He drags both hands up powerful thighs, leaving white marks behind just shy of drawing blood. When his hand slips under the loincloth, he’s pleased to discover it’s just as he’s expected: his sacrifice is bare underneath.
He traces his fingers over full balls, relishes the way Val jerks away from the sting of his claws on sensitive skin. “All that time leaving me blue-balled, running your whore mouth about shit you know I don’t like. What were you thinking when you waited here tied up for me? Did you expect me to be nice to you? After the bullshit I put up with from you every goddamn day of my afterlife, the shit you’ve pulled this week?”
There’s a rrrrriiiipppp as Val tears right through the ropes binding his wrists and reaches up to jerk the gag out of his mouth. “What the fuck, Vox? That’s not sexy dirty talk; this is just more of you bitching!”
“Val!” Vox shouts, voice distorting a little. “You’re supposed to be a sacrifice! You can’t rip the ropes off!”
Val rolls his eyes and rubs his wrists. “Well maybe if you could stay in character as a big sexy god I wouldn’t have to, but you’re just being your pissy old man workaholic self. I’m an artist, but I can’t perform when you don’t give me anything to work with!”
“I’m sorry, who’s been blue balling who for like two fucking weeks? It’s your own fault, asshole!”
Val sits up. He holds a hand out to silence Vox. He takes several deep breaths, chest heaving as he huffs and struggles to get his temper in check. “Just…shut the fuck up for a second,” he snaps, red compound eyes squeezing shut for a moment. When he opens them again, he seems a bit more composed. “All right. Here is what we are going to do. You are going to march your ass right back out there and come back. We are starting over . I had a whole artistic vision in mind, and this took too much fucking work to scrap it all now.”
“ I didn’t ruin—”
“I said shut up!” Vox uses a very impressive amount of self-control and manages not to comment on the little moth squeak that accompanies Val’s outburst. Val continues, “I will let you help me redo the ropes, but no gag.”
“Can I talk now?”
Val sighs dramatically. “Yes, you can talk.”
“I might’ve done better if I had any kind of brief. It doesn’t have to be lines; I’m great at improv. But I didn’t get anything to work with here either.”
“I—you— fine . You are a big sexy evil god, and I am the terrified virgin sacrifice for you to ravage. How’s that?”
Vox nods. “I can work with that. Do I need a costume? Like a…headdress or something?”
“You already have claws and cable tentacles and a TV for a head, pendejo ! Just work with what you’ve got.”
Vox grumbles something that sounds a lot like “well you got a costume,” but Val chooses to ignore it as he does his best to mend the ropes on his wrists. Vox stomps off and collects himself. He takes several deep breaths before returning with his shoulders squared and a swagger in his step.
When he comes back, Val moans dramatically and wriggles in his bonds. The consequence of being a dramatic little bitch is that when he puts his mind to it, he’s a damn good actor: the fear in his eyes looks genuine, and he shudders and whimpers at Vox’s approach.
But that isn’t enough. He needs to make that fear real . Vox lets his cables whip out and snap around Valentino’s limbs, pinning his lovely moth to the cold stone beneath him.
Valentino looks up at him with wide, shining red eyes. “What are you going to do to me?” he whispers.
Vox’s sharp smile splits his screen from end to end. “Whatever I want,” he purrs, sending his voice echoing through every speaker around him, planting his words everywhere .
For once, Valentino is right. He doesn’t need a corny ass costume. He’s already a god.
Vox spreads his hand wide and slides it up Val’s heaving stomach right above the top of the loincloth, gliding over the ridges of his abs and feeling them twitch and heave with quickened breaths beneath his hand. Just before he reaches his sternum, he curls his hand in, lets his claws drag up over his breastbone and leave pretty lines of gleaming red in their wake.
Val whimpers and wriggles beneath him. Vox sends a little warning spark of electricity through the cables holding him down, making him yelp. He leans over him so that he hovers right near the side of his face. “Don’t struggle,” he whispers, “that’ll just make this harder for you.”
Valentino moans, and if there was some anticipation there along with the fear, he could work with that. Maybe his little virgin sacrifice was secretly longing to be broken.
He wraps his fingers around his throat. “Such a pretty sacrifice,” he croons. “Did you get to choose, baby? Did you volunteer or did they have to force you?”
Valentino quivers and whispers out something he can’t hear. He tightens his grip, cuts off Val’s air and makes him struggle and choke for a minute before abruptly letting go. “I couldn’t hear you. Speak up.”
“N-no. I didn’t, they—they forced me,” he gasps out.
Vox reaches across his body and digs his claws into the stone, scoring deep marks as he pulls himself up onto the altar next to him. “Poor, pretty thing. Were you scared, sweetheart? Did you beg them to pick someone else?” He twists his hand in the gold chain and tugs roughly.
Val’s back arches off the slab beneath him, and he cries out. “Yes! I-I begged, I didn’t want to go…I heard how cruel you are,” he whimpers.
Vox laughs. “They probably undersold it.” He tilts his screen down to his heart, lets his tongue loll out and laps up the blood there. “Mmh..I can taste your fear.”
He slides his hand up Val’s leg, lets the claws leave behind more beads of blood, thinks about how pretty that white loincloth would look flecked with red.
“Oh, what’s this? You said you didn’t want this. Did you lie to me, sweet thing?” He wraps his hand around the base of Val’s monster of a cock, squeezes and chuckles as it throbs for him.
“N-no, I…I can’t help it, I don’t…I don’t want it.”
“Oh, I think you do,” he purrs, giving him one long, slow pump up the shaft and back down. “You can’t hide this from me. I have the proof right here in my hand.”
His head lashes back and forth as he pants out weak denials. Vox presses the pad of his thumb against the slit, toys with the ring piercing through it and laughs at the way it makes him whimper. “Oh, and you’re even decorated for me. All these pretty piercings just to make yourself nice for me, such a perfect gift…” he drags his hand down, below his balls, has to really work to get his fingers between his thighs with his legs tied together. “And what’s this?” he feigns surprise when he finds the puffy lips hidden below. “More gifts for me? A fat cock and a sweet little cunt?”
“P-please…” Valentino whispers.
“You want me to touch you here, sweetheart? Has anyone ever treated you right down here? Anybody been nice to this perfect cunt?” Valentino yelps as he grazes his clit with the tip of one claw. “Or maybe they’ve been mean to it?”
“N-no, nobody…nobody’s done…anything…”
“Nobody? Not even you? You’re telling me you never got lonely in your bed, slipped your fingers in there to see what it would feel like to have a man split you open?” he slides his hand lower and rubs it against his lips, making him jerk against the cables tying him down.
“V-Vox…Th-the claws… ” he’s trying to arch away from him, get his sensitive cunt away from those sharp claws.
Vox laughs. “Oh, are you scared, baby? You worried I’ll rip up your insides?” He pulls his hand out, admires the way the artificial moonlight catches on the slick coating his hands and makes them seem to glow. “Since it’s your first time, I’ll be nice. Don’t expect me to go so easy on you next time,” he hisses as he pops the claws off and sets them beside Val’s head.
Immediately he delves back beneath the loincloth, lets his fingers drag through the wetness coating the inside of his thighs and dip just slightly between slick folds. His cock throbs at the heat of him, begs to part smooth flesh and bury himself deep.
He has to see this. He shoves the cloth aside with his other hand, admires the upward curve of his thick cock, the glint of piercings in the light, the twitching of his thighs and just the tiny hint of that juicy pussy he can see peeking out between them.
He needs to untie him, but he can’t bear to stop petting between his legs long enough to reach his ankles. He growls in frustration and sends a cable snaking to the ropes, buries it between the fibers and sends a hot jolt of electricity that singes the rope until it shreds.
Immediately Val tugs on the cables, waits for Vox to slacken them so he can slide his legs apart with a moan, drag his knees up so he’s spread and on display. “V-xx-aaa-xxl…” technically he’s breaking character, but he can’t help the way his brain short circuits for a minute at the sight of that cunt all plump and wet, inviting him in.
He fumbles to undress, lets the cables that were around Val’s legs a moment ago help so he can get as many pieces of this fucking suit off at once. His hands start with his tie, jerking it loose and so it hangs around his neck and flicking buttons undone as fast as he can. Val moans and wiggles prettily, batting his eyes and making helpless little noises of fear and anticipation.
“What are you doing? Are you…are you going to—” Valentino gasps, and he loves the way he can make the fear sound so genuine, like he really is a scared little virgin about to get his cherry popped.
“Yeah,” he grunts as he jerks his belt undone. “I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna ruin that sweet pussy. It’ll never be the same after I split it open on my cock.”
That makes fluid gush from his cunt and spurt from the tip of his cock simultaneously. “No, please,” he whimpers. “I don’t want to be your vessel…”
He’s half listening as he wrestles his pants off and kicks them aside. “Vessel?” He spits into his hand and smears it on his cock.
Valentino nods, biting his lip demurely. “Mmhmm. They said…they told me I’m supposed to grow your power, make you even stronger …”
Vox feels his eye start to pulse red. His dumb horny brain loves the idea, completely misses where this is going. “You will, baby, you will.” He crawls forward, lets his cables jerk Val’s legs back towards his chest so his pussy’s all ready for him. He takes himself in hand and glides the head over his cunt, groans at the way it makes Val moan and roll his hips in search of more pleasure. “I’ll take everything you have and use your body to get even stronger . I’ll take and take until it breaks you.”
Valentino gasps and rocks his hips, trying to encourage Vox to slide inside, but he’s having too much fun teasing them both, letting Val’s juices get him all slick as he grinds between his folds, lets his lips hug his shaft and grip the sides of him without ever penetrating.
“No…please…” Val whimpers even as he keeps chasing after Vox’s cock like the shameless slut he is.
“Shut up,” he snaps, only because he knows he won’t. He grips himself and finally slides in, groans at the way Val clutches him just right. “Such a…ha, such a nice offering….”
Something glints in Valentino’s eyes. His smile stretches wide, and Vox has half a second to realize a trap’s been sprung before Val snaps his legs around Vox’s legs and drags him in, uses his bigger size and physical strength to keep him buried deep. “Nnnnoooo,” Val simpers. “I don’t want it, I don’t want to carry that power in me…”
Vox’s processors scramble to keep up. “I—what?”
Val’s rolling his hips, clenching his walls around him in waves that leave him gasping. “If you come inside me, I—I don’t know if I can contain it. It’ll grow, and who knows what sort of monster will come out of me?” Val reaches down with his bound hands and drags them over the flat plane of his belly, ghosting over the dried blood there.
“Wait. Wait, is this…” he grits his teeth, tries to struggle but Val has him in a vice grip, is moving his hips and flexing his legs around Vox’s back to force him to fuck him. The distressing thing is that despite his confusion he hasn’t softened a bit. “Is this that breeding shit again?”
Val laughs breathlessly before sliding back into his role of wanton sacrifice. “Mmm, I’m supposed to carry your successor. Take in all that hot power inside you and keep it safe, nourish it and let it take over.”
“ Val ! God damn it!” he hisses even as his dick twitches.
Valentino ignores him. “I’ll be so swollen with your cum,” he coos. “You’ll make me carry something so terrible the world won’t survive it…”
He can’t help it. His hips jerk at the thought, helpless with the way Val is squeezing rhythmically around him. “N-no…I’m not going to get you pregnant,” he stutters.
“No,” and now Val’s voice is the one echoing all through the studio, that deep and dreamy rumble that makes his whores shudder and submit. “You’re going to breed me. Make me yours forever. Use me, meld with me, let me give you a new god for the world to worship…”
Vox’s head falls back and he moans helplessly. He can’t fight it anymore; his hips are snapping desperately into Val, he’s just humping and mindlessly chasing pleasure, but Val is the expert, Val takes his clumsy fumbling and meets it with the grace of his own hips rolling, turns it into a delicious rhythm. “Yes…we’d make a god….”
“We would, baby. You give me your cum, mark me with it deep, deep inside, let me keep it. I’ll do all the rest. It’s what we’ve always done, amor. You share your power with me, and I make us unstoppable.”
If he wasn’t fucked out of his mind, he’d argue that it’s definitely the other way around, but with Val’s cunt rippling around him and milking his cock, it’s hard to argue. He pulls almost all the way out and slams back in, drinks in the slick sounds of his cunt and the slutty moans Val lets slip.
His world spins as Val flips them. There’s a staticky jolt of pain as the back of his screen hits the rock, but he can’t find it in him to care when Val is climbing atop him, grinding his hips in figure eights that drive him wild. Another rrrrriiipp and the ropes snap, Valentino’s free to rake his claws down Vox’s chest and leave bloody streaks of his own. He laughs, lets that long tongue loll out and drip pink drool all over him. “Mmm, papi, I’ll give you the scariest fucking babies. Little nightmares, fuck, the rest of Hell won’t stand a goddamn chance…”
Vox moans and jerks up for more of that gorgeous cunt that’s working him over. “Vvvvaaaalll…” he whines.
Valentino laughs. “How sure are you we can’t do it, baby? You said sinners can’t get pregnant. But when have you seen me ever,” he snarls, jerks his hips in a way that has Vox’s claws scrabbling against the stone, “not get what I want? If I want to let you breed me, if I want to carry your fucking hellspawn, nothing can stop me.”
Vox looks up at him with wide-eyed horror, whips his screen back and forth in a frightened no. “Can’t—can’t—” is all he can get out, over and over again.
Valentino crows with laughter. He starts to raise himself and slam back down, bouncing on his dick with violence and dominance as his wings flare out behind him. “Who’s gonna stop me? You? No one stops me from getting what I want.” He reaches down to fist his cock, which has been bouncing rock hard between them the entire time and now looks ready to burst.
“Val—” he whimpers, claws weakly at his hips, tries to get away but still keeps fucking up into him. “Can’t make me do this. Can’t do it without my cum.”
Valentino arches an eyebrow at him. “Oh? Think you can hold back for me, papi? Please. I know every trick there is to make you bust. You can’t stop it.”
Pixelated tears spring up in his eyes. His chest is slick with blood and Valentino’s toxic spit, his hips won’t stop moving, his balls are screaming to be emptied. It’s got to be his imagination, but he swears he can feel the head of his cock bump up against Val’s womb, begging to fill it up.
“No, no…” he keeps whispering, barely audible, his voice coming out as weak as the rest of him feels. His cables ripple and shudder uselessly at his sides, slithering along the stone but too weak and disoriented to help him.
“Keep telling me no,” he croons, hips slamming down. “No is my favorite fucking word. Tell me no, beg me to stop as you empty your balls. Pump that cum deep into me, make my belly bulge with it papi, and say no the whole goddamn time while you breed me full.”
Vox screams, electricity sparking from his cables, screen glitching out as he floods Val’s hot cunt full of his release. His hips snap up as his body decides it has to get that cum in deep, has to make sure it takes…
Blind panic overtakes him. He’s dimly aware of Valentino’s smug laughter melting into deep moans as he finds his own release, gushes around his cock and sprays his chest and belly with cum. All he can think is oh, god, what if he’s right, what if I did get him pregnant….
Valentino moans and rocks atop him, moving his hand from his flagging clock to flick at his clit while he chases another orgasm like the greedy shit he is. “Mmm, baby, you look so scared …”
“Fuck you, Val,” he chokes out, reaching up to wipe away digital tears because there’s no goddamn logic to the way his face works.
Valentino laughs cruelly. “Isn’t that what you just did? Ooo, are you crying, papi?”
“Yes! Get the fuck off me; it’s too much!”
“Too much—aaahhh…” Val moans and he feels his insides clamp down around him in several fluttering pulses as he cums again. Finally he lets Vox slide out of him and collapses down on top of him in sweaty exhaustion.
A shaky cable slinks down, searches through the pocket of his discarded pants before producing a cigarette, holding it out to the giant fucking menace currently smothering him. Valentino cops gratefully as he takes the cigarette, lets Vox light it with an irate zap. “Mmm, that was nice, Voxxy…” he sighs.
“Are—“ he gulps, feels like an idiot for even asking. But he thinks of how unstable his partner is, tries to imagine what sort of unholy creature they’d unleash on Hell if they did procreate, and the thought is like ice in his veins. “Does this mean you’re gonna…”
Clouds of pink smoke swirl around them. Valentino cackles. “Oh, Vox, you fucking dumbass. You said it yourself! Sinners can’t get pregnant.”