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Burning Spice was a cookie who was easily bored. Today, especially so.

There was nothing particularly interesting going on. The Spice Swarm was training, but he’s gone through their regiment over 10 000 times. He could sharpen his axe, but he’s done so already, several times. The blade was so sharp he could cut through stone like butter. And what was there left to destroy?? It’s become so dull. He hits his head against his throne, groaning. EVERYTHING’S become so dull.

Sometimes he hates how easily bored he becomes. 

Sat on his throne, head resting on his hand, he looked on at his empty temple, waiting for something, anything, to happen. He'd never been more bored in his life.

But all of a sudden, when a certain annoying blue and black jester appeared in front of him, his entire demeanor lit up. Finally, some entertainment! Shadow Milk seemed to notice this, and smirked.

“Well well well…look who decided to show his face.” Burning Spice sat up properly, crossing one leg over the other as he looked down at Shadow Milk. “What brings you to the Spice Lands?”

Shadow Milk disappears, then reappears right beside Burning Spice, and clasps his hands together.

“I just missed my spicy boy!! Whaaattt, can a guy not miss his boyfriend around these parts??”

Burning Spice rolled his eyes, smiling just a little bit.

“You appeared at the perfect time. Entertain me, jester. I've been bored out of my mind. ”

Shadow Milk thought for a moment before he smirked, hands on Burning Spice’s muscular arm.

“I think I know how we can… spice things up.~”

He giggled at his own pun, hoping Burning Spice would get the meaning behind it. Though the spicy cookie rolled his eyes and groaned, he got what Shadow Milk was trying to say. He smirked wider in response.

“Mm, you bring an excellent point. I've had this idea of something I'd like to do for quite some time now…”

Shadow Milk’s grin only widens. He covers his mouth with one of his hands and giggles excitedly, spinning around Burning Spice.

“Oh? What are ya gonna do to me, spicy…?~”

He murmurs in the other’s ear, which elicited a low growl. He looks at the other with a hungry expression in his eyes.

“Ohh, you’ll see.~”

He gets up off his throne, and begins to walk out of the temple. Shadow Milk follows, slightly confused.

“Shouldn’t we be going to your chambers? Unless…oooOOOOoohhh, you wanna be risky, don’tcha??”

He puts his hands on Burning Spice’s shoulder, a devious smirk on his face. Burning Spice just smirks, as he brings the two to a spot overlooking the entire Spice Lands. He jams his axe into the ground, and puts his hand on Shadow Milk’s chest, pushing him down to the ground as he falls to his knees, effectively straddling Shadow Milk’s crotch. Shadow Milk continued to giggle as Burning Spice stripped him of his body suit and frilled collar, then tied one wrist, then the other to the long handle of the axe.

“Hehehe…what if someone sees us, Spicy?”

In reality, neither one of the Beasts could give less of a shit if someone saw them. If anything, the idea was thrilling to the both of them.

“Let them watch. They know what the punishment for disrupting me is anyways.~”

He smirks, leaning down to give the other a hungry, passionate kiss. Almost instantly Shadow Milk returns the kiss, then shivers as Burning Spice forces his tongue into Shadow Milk’s mouth. The relentless onslaught was so very in character for the warrior, and so very hot to the jester. The kiss was hot, and both were greedily (and sloppily) trying to have more of the other while Burning Spice used his tongue to dance around Shadow Milk's mouth. It wasn't enough. Nothing was enough. They had to have more.

While Burning Spice’s tongue was busy exploring every inch of Shadow Milk’s mouth, Shadow Milk let out quiet whines and moans, his body trembling lightly with pleasure. Eventually the two had to part for air, the spicy cookie breaking the string of saliva that connected the two with his finger. He then litters kisses him down his face, then to his exposed neck. He proceeds to kiss and bite Shadow Milk’s neck, earning quiet whimpers and moans from the jester. Barely resisting the urge to tear flesh from his partner's shoulder, he bites down, sinking his fangs into Shadow Milk's shoulder. This caused Shadow Milk's eyes to roll to the back of his head, failing miserably to let out a guttural whine. The lewd noises Shadow Milk was eliciting were exciting the warrior beyond belief; He couldn't wait to ruin him.

Leaving bite marks and hickeys on Shadow Milk’s neck (and licking the jam from his wounds, which made the jester react louder than he would've liked), he then moves down to his chest, biting down and sucking on one nipple, and playing with the other with his fingers. This elicited louder moans from the jester, who began writhing in pleasure. He wriggles his wrists in a futile attempt to search for purchase on anything; His lovers hair, the dirt, anything. Being tied up is amplifying his pleasure by about 50, if his leaking cock was anything to go by. His back arched, moaning Burning Spice’s nickname, which got Shadow Milk a few deep bites from Burning Spice. Licking the jam from the bite around Shadow Milk’s nipple, he continues kissing and biting his way down Shadow Milk’s torso, licking the jam from each bite mark as he goes.

By the time he reaches his crotch, the majority of Shadow Milk’s torso was covered in bruises and bite marks leaking jam, and hickies. Burning Spice went back up and kissed one of the hickies he left, rubbing his thigh with his thumb while he did so. It’s become apparent that Shadow Milk has been painfully erect for the past few minutes, which was made obvious by the precum leaking from the tip of his dick. Burning Spice smirks widely, and lightly grazes his teeth against Shadow Milk's neck, not biting, but threatening to, and that alone was enough to make the normally cocky jester whine like a little bitch.

“You’re such a teaassseee, Spicy!! Please, just touch me… ~”

He begs, whimpering and whining as Burning Spice continues to lick and graze his teeth on Shadow Milk’s dick.

“Oh, since you asked me so nicely…~”

Burning Spice went from lightly grazing his teeth and licking Shadow Milk’s dick, to sucking on his dick straight upa. Oh how Shadow Milk wishes his hands were untied, so he could sew his fingers through Burning Spice’s hair…All he could do was lay there and watch as his dick got sucked. His entire body began to tremble slightly as a wave of pleasure hit him like a ton of bricks. Loud cries of pleasure escaped Shadow Milk’s lips as Burning Spice’s tongue swirled around Shadow Milk’s shaft, another wave of pleasure being sent through his body. He almost couldn't take it; The heat building up in his lower stomach became hotter and hotter, and it felt like a coil was tightening. It could have snapped and he could’ve came right then and there, but Burning Spice had other plans…

Suddenly, he stops sucking, which earned a long, needy cry from Shadow Milk. Burning Spice then sits up and takes off his belt, tossing it aside as if it had no value to him and let his clothing slide off of him, revealing his own very erect, weeping dick. Shadow Milk drooled at the sight, and began to squirm at the thought of that monstrous thing inside him…

“FuUck…! Quit teasing me, damnit!!”

He whines loudly, writhing around under Burning Spice’s touch. He can’t take much more of this…He could just cum right then and there, but he has to hold it in, because he knows that the best is yet to come.

“Just fuck me already, Spicy!! Just destroy me!!~”

He cries out, spreading his legs in a sensual manner for Burning Spice, who’s grin had just grown devious from just how excited he had become…

He couldn’t possibly say no to such a desperate plea for destruction.

“You little tease…You’re a bold one, offering your body to me in such a way…I could never deny such a desperate cry for Destruction…~”

He practically growls, lining his dick up with Shadow Milk’s ass.

“I’ll show you how it feels to be destroyed…prepare yourself.~”

Burning Spice pushes in and almost instantly begins to pound into the jester, which made Shadow Milk gasp, arch his back, and moan loudly.

The feeling of Burning Spice’s red-hot cock (literally) inside his ass, penatrating his walls and filling him up was something that he couldn’t even describe. It’s never felt this good before…Maybe it’s because of the setting? Pinned down by Burning Spice’s parashu in the middle of the Spice Lands, while he’s getting pounded harder than a sword by a blacksmith, where anyone could see them at any moment…it was so hot to him, and all he could do about it was lay down and take it like the slut he is. He lacked the words to describe how his body was feeling in this very moment as he layed down and took the absolute abuse his hole was experiencing thanks to Burning Spice's ruthless onslaught.

“Greedy little thing…Look at how well you’re taking me. And not a single sarcastic quip from your lying little mouth…Looks like I found the one thing that shuts you up.”

He leans down, never ceasing with his ruthless thrusting, the feeling of Spice’s hot breath against his exposed neck making Shadow Milk shiver.

“How delightfully satisfying.~”

He says in a low tone of voice, murmuring in his ear, earning a loud, drawn out moan from Shadow Milk. Burning Spice growls in response, and bucks his hips, picking up his pace. 

He could barely contain himself from mercilessly pounding into his partner's tiny hole until neither man could see straight. He was already thrusting quickly, the sound of skin slapping faintly filling their ears. But he wasn't destroying him yet. He could be going much rougher. And truly…what was stopping him? He was asked to destroy Shadow Milk, so why hesitate?

Shadow Milk’s desperate moans were going straight to the Beast’s crotch, jam rushing south and making his already hard dick even harder, and making precum leak out of his tip, and inside of Shadow Milk.

The sounds of Shadow Milk, combined with the feeling of thrusting deeper and harder with each second was turning him on more than anything he had experienced before. As he felt jam rushing through his veins, he felt his chest growing hot as his thrusts became much more rough and rugged, akin to his fighting style.

“ Ohh , you dirty thing. Look at you. Pinned down by my parashu, moaning like a bitch. The so-called Master of Deciet, reduced to a measly little whore.”

Burning Spice’s words seemed to be turning the both of them on all the more, with the warrior throwing his head back and groaning in pleasure, his grip on Shadow Milk’s thighs tightening and leaving welts from his claws digging into the other’s thighs.

“And to see you in such a state…thanks to me? Nothing brings me more pleasure than this.”

He leans down and sinks his fangs into Shadow Milk’s shoulder, letting the jam rush out and coat his teeth. He licks the jam from the wound and off his teeth, and keeps biting Shadow Milk as the jester did nothing but moan the warrior’s name deliriously. What else could he do? He was feeling the full force of destruction inside him, and it clouded his head deliciously, preventing him from forming a single coherent thought.

Truly he’d never experienced such pleasure from Burning Spice. Whatever he was doing differently from all the other times they’d had sex, he’d have to keep doing it. Because it was hot as hell.

Shadow Milk could feel himself rapidly approaching his climax, the burning hot coil in his groan winding tighter and tighter with each passing second. His only thoughts were Burning Spice, and it was driving him mad.

“S-spicyyyy!!~” Being the only coherent think the jester could say without much thinking, was a signal to Burning Spice that Shadow Milk was close; Which is good, because so was he. And that was made evident by his thrusts becoming more ragged and rough. He sunk his teeth into the only remaining spot on Shadow Milk’s shoulders that wasn’t littered with bite marks already, his hot breath on Shadow Milk’s skin driving the both of them wild.

Burning Spice refused to embarrass himself by moaning along with Shadow Milk, but damn was it tempting. He let go of Shadow Milk’s shoulder and gripped his hips tightly, puncturing his skin lightly, drawing blood as he came inside of Shaodw Milk.

The feeling of Burning Spice digging his nails into the jester’s thighs was enough for him; He came shortly after, the wave of pleasure he just experienced slamming him like a brick wall.

Panting and sweaty, the two Beasts stay in place for a minute before any one of them makes a move.

“I’m…starting to see why…you love Destruction so much…”

Shadow Milk giggles, and Burning Spice simply grins.

“It’s thrilling, isn’t it?

Burning Spice was the first to act, untying Shadow Milk from the handle of his parashu. Shadow Milk’s arms fall limp beside him, the jester too tired to move for a moment. Eventually, he forces himself to sit up.

“I…may need your assistance in getting dressed.”

Shadow Milk asks sheepishly, his thoughts and cognitive abilities coming back to him as he catches his breath.

Burning Spice chuckles, just finishing getting himself dressed once more.

“Oh, what’s the matter? Can’t do it yourself?”

He teases as he grabs Shadow Milk’s bodysuit and helps him put it on, as well as all the little extra bits of frills he has on him.

“I wonder why that could be…freak.”

He leans on Burning Spice, and the warrior picks him up.

“Come. We need to clean up.”

Burning Spice heads into the temple. He’ll retrieve his parashu later.