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The open wound burned and it was healing slowly and Abaddon wished it would stay like that, he wanted to stop time and enjoy the view of those fangs piercing what he knew it was his heart, ripped from his chest like it was nothing. The sound of the blood spurting from it, dripping on the fabric of the other’s pants. F u c k. Abaddon pushed his hips up, letting the God pin him down as he grinded against his ass, moaning again, panting and nodding.
“Tug down these bloody pants then, I’m going crazy if I don’t fuck you right now.” The voice that tore his throat was raspy and very much demon-like, lilim pouring from his lips as he was letting himself get dragged into this energy, this moment and the other’s warmth. “Let me worship you my God.”
Tezcatlipoca stood up, pressing his foot on Abaddon’s chest as he licked the blood from his fingers with delight, a moan leaving his lips as he sucked on his fingers, cleaning them up. It was rare for him to find someone willing to suffer like this in his name. Rare for him to give in to his darkest desires. With others, he remained somewhat gentle but with the demon, he knew he didn’t have to hold back. That he could rip skin and drink his blood as if it was nectar, hurt him without fear of consequences, knowing that the demon would not fear him after all was said and done.
He smirked.
“Come here, puppy.” He moved his foot away, unbuttoning his shirt, turning around walking towards the bedroom, dropping his shirt before letting his hands transform into sharp claws, his teeth into long fangs, jaguar markings appearing on the skin of his back like tattoos, his divinity radiating from him, his feet burning the ground below him. “I will show you what it’s like to love a God.” He said, turning around, licking his teeth, grabbing his pants and burning them into nothing. “I’m going to hurt you. And you’ll love every second of it.”















