Finishing blow

Hit Second Third blood spatter The dark jacket slowly becomes wet with its own blood mixed with the blood of the Vydyadhara. The light coat is also not far behind, but the scarlet liquid on it is more noticeable. It spreads with scarlet buds on white fabric Heavy sighs Metal hitting metal It's starting to rain Now it's not just blood that's soaking into the ground. Scarlet puddles fill the space. The enemy falls from fatigue and is no longer able to get up. The guy reaches for his spear as his pursuer slowly approaches him and casually kicks the weapon to the side. Dan Heng himself gets it, his neat shoes are stained with blood from a blow to the stomach. The pain does not come immediately. It creeps up slowly and hits you right in the heart. The smell will linger in your nose for a long time. Blade smiles sincerely, like a hunter who will finally get the dinner he has been waiting for. His blade strikes between the lungs, causing Vydyadhara to squirm and groan hoarsely in pain. But what kind of pain? This feeling has already become commonplace. He tries to say something, but all that comes out is gurgling and a hoarse cough of blood. Blade sits down next to the body and slowly runs his bloody fingers over the snow-white cheeks. The smile never leaves his face. Dark hair sticks unpleasantly to the face from moisture. Everything in the eyes dims and merges into a single mess. Dan Heng hears his name, but cannot answer — ...Feng...You...Them... This voice... He knows it as well as his own. He's in nightmares. On the streets. "At home". Everywhere. It makes me sick. I want to run away from him. But this time the guy was trapped in fear and pain. The words are almost indistinguishable — But.... Waiting... Another..... What?.. The mind is clouded. A nasty squeak appears in the ears. The eyelids are getting heavy. Someone else's hand leaves the cheek and its warmth appears somewhere clearly below. But where? Dan Heng feels nothing but pain. Even its warmth is barely felt. Strength leaves the body. It will soften. Weakening. It dissolves in the cold

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Raindrops hit your face unpleasantly. The pain does not leave the body. The smell of blood is still in the air. There are no wounds, but there is blood on the clothes. Dan Heng squints, trying to see his surroundings. He's still where he passed out. The person who always follows on the heels is neither heard nor seen Dark. Already evening? What time is it now? How long did I sleep? The lower abdomen feels warm mixed with cold. The head is heavy and impossible to turn. The gaze is directed to the sky. The surrounding sounds gradually become clearer. Other feelings also become clearer. Cold feet. Wet. Unpleasant Slap The pain is felt more acutely. Something inside him. Something pulsates and fills from within. Warm hands on your feet Slap An angry roar from somewhere out of Dan Heng's sight. Familiar. A terribly familiar growl. Scary thoughts come into my head. I don't want them to become reality Slap Warmth is felt in the buttocks and immediately disappears. The guy finds the strength to turn his head. To his horror, he discovers a terrible picture for him: Blade is holding his bare legs with a disgusting smile and is pounding into his victim painfully slowly. There he is completely unprotected. This is more frightening than death Realizing what is happening, his strength returns sharply and the young man begins to twitch playfully. He catches the excitement in Blade's eyes. I don't have enough strength to get out. But the hunter has enough strength to turn his fragile body belly down and take his hands behind his back. He lets out a hysterical laugh while the vydyadhara is still frantically trying to get out of someone else's grip. The man leans towards his ear, leans his chest against someone else’s back and whispers venomously — This is your retribution for sins, Dan Feng — a push and a hoarse roar scorch the earlobe, exciting — I’m not him,” Dan Heng says hoarsely through a groan Breathing becomes difficult and unbearable. The member trembles slightly with excitement. The mind is against what is happening with all its thoughts, but the body just gives in and enjoys the process. Moans cut my throat, a bloody cough prevents me from taking a breath. Blade grabs his wrists with one hand and grabs his throat with the other. He squeezes lightly, squeezing out another hoarse moan. Dan Heng squints again and closes his eyes, surrendering to the process, unable to do anything. Blade releases his throat and pulls the man's pelvis higher, forcing the guy to arch his back. He turns his head to the side, leaning his cheek against the wet ground and looks into the rapist’s face out of the corner of his eye. To his horror, he observes only pleasure from this process. Dan Heng is still trying to get out, but Blade's grip is stronger. His bandaged hand passes over his buttocks and hits them sharply, causing Han to let out a heart-rending scream. A light laugh and the hand slides from the buttocks to the groin, “inadvertently” touching the penis Blade looks at Dan Feng mockingly. They are filled with a dull blue, not the aquamarine glow he remembered. The hair is short and there are no horns. But the facial features are still the same. Before him is his lover, and at the same time a complete stranger. There is genuine horror and animal fear in the eyes. But he must pay for all the sins he has committed A warm hand slowly strokes the pelvis, as if calming the boy. But he knows it won't help, moving her onto his dick. Blade squeezes it lightly in his hand, again hearing his partner's sweet moan and thrusts his hips, intensifying the moan. The hand moves up and down the shaft, picking up the pace, Dan Heng begins to whine and wiggle his hips, exciting the rapist even more — Yes... That's it, Dan Feng... - Blade whispers, leaning towards his ear, and going lower, he bites him on the neck, making him scream — I'm not... Ah! A small trail of scarlet liquid flows down the wet neck and Blade, like a domestic cat, carefully licks the wound — Mh.. Blade does everything abruptly, as if he wants to fuck his opponent to death, but there is concern in his actions. This behavior puzzles Dan Heng, but such thoughts instantly disappear as soon as Blade makes another push and jerks his organ more diligently. Vydyadhara did not touch him for what seemed like an eternity, which is why every touch sends an electric shock through the body and a loud moan that breaks his voice Dan Heng feels the throbbing member inside him. Every wreath. Every micro-movement. This excited me even more. And Blade understood this perfectly. The member in his hand swelled little by little, as did his own inside the vydyadhara. The thrusts became harder and faster. Dan Heng, unable to keep up with the pace, simply screamed protractedly in a kind of groan. All that was heard from Blade was hissing and growling. As if he really was a predator that had caught his prey and was not going to let it go. A couple of final rough thrusts and he cums inside, catching his partner’s moan with a greedy kiss. Han cums almost immediately after Blade, while he explores Vydyadhara's mouth, intertwining their tongues in a passionate dance This is not love. It's just that Blade knows his dragon's weaknesses very well. He pulls his penis, slightly trembling from orgasm, out of Dan Heng and looks at the work he has done. The exhausted partner lies right in front of him, in such a revealing manner. Blade feels for his phone in his jacket pocket and takes a couple of pictures. This is so... For myself After putting it back, the man turns Dan Feng onto his back. He clearly fell out of the world for some time, his face frozen in a grimace of fear and obvious pleasure. Blade smiled at this picture and decided that that was enough for today, grabbed his pants and underwear, moving away — That's not all, Dan Feng In response he received only silence

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A mug of hot tea. Warm blanket. A thick book in a dark cover. Rain outside the window. All this created a certain comfort Dan Heng sat on the hotel bed reading a book and drinking tea. His hands trembled and tears flowed like rivers. Finally, unable to bear all the emotions, he throws Arina and her mug into the wall. The latter breaks loudly, its fragments scatter not far from the wall. The guy sobs loudly and covers his eyes with his hands, falls helplessly onto the bed, choking in his own tears. Being raped is not the best state of life. Having somehow calmed down, he looks at the cream ceiling, still sniffling. Red and swollen eyes, looking as lifeless as possible. Heavy sigh. Some noise outside the window. Dan Heng reluctantly turns his head towards the noise. He's standing outside the window. He screams slightly, jumping out of bed. He grabs the first thing that comes to hand - a table knife, and points it towards the guest with his trembling hands. To his surprise, Blade didn't even raise an eyebrow. As he stood in silent observation, he continued to do so after the guy’s jerk. Not noticing any reaction from the outside, Dan Heng looks at him in surprise, still holding the knife in his hands. Blade just watches silently and breaks the window. Drops of his blood remain on the fragments, but its owner does not seem to care. Vydyadhara moves back a little as Blade slowly moves closer. And closer. And closer. Until he stops a meter away from Han They silently look at each other, without saying a word. Tears flow down Dan Heng’s cheeks again. Blade doesn't react. Dan Heng screams. Blade doesn't react. Even when Dan Heng begins to stab himself with a knife in hysterics, Blade reacts to her. He silently looks at the bleeding, once, lover. He silently falls, losing consciousness. Taking my last breath. This was the last straw