Hellfire

for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis

contains: overstimulation, oral sex/cunnilingus, fingering, multiple orgasms, cis/trans, angel/demon

dysphoria warning: Pride is a trans man whose genitals are described with the following terms: cunt, hole, clit, folds. Please use discretion if these words will trigger any dysphoria.

Pride arched his back and wailed as Justice forced another orgasm out of his trembling body. The others had been intense, but this time his vision flashed with stars. He gripped the pillow under his head for dear life, waiting in a dizzy stupor for the waves of pleasure to stop.

“Four,” Justice said.

Blinking dumbly, Pride met his eye when Justice came up from between his still-shaking legs. His mouth down to his chin shone with round after round of wetness, but his lips twisted into a worried frown.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“’M fine,” Pride mumbled.

“We can stop if y—”

“Mno.” He tossed his head around. “One more, jus’ one.”

“Are you sure?”

Pride whined impatiently. If they stopped now, there would be no point. Today he was going to beat his personal best—he was going to have five orgasms in a row, and not even his partner’s loving concern was going to stop him.

It seemed like he knew it, too. Justice wet his lips—as if they needed to be wetter—and hunkered back down. He pressed open Pride’s thighs where they’d flopped shut. His clit throbbed without even being touched, tender after so much attention. The contractions and aftershocks of his orgasm were still fading, and he just asked for another one. Anticipation rose high in his chest.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Justice said. “Okay?”

Pride made a vague noise of agreement, shifting on the bed urgently.

Justice pressed a soothing kiss to the inside of his thigh. He sighed all the air out of his lungs, letting himself go limp as Justice made a wet trail with his mouth. Each kiss inched closer and closer to his cunt. When he could go no farther, he gently parted the hot, slick folds with his thumbs.

The first gentle lick Justice gave his clit punched all the air from Pride’s lungs. Painfully oversensitive, it stung to be touched, but through the burn he could feel the bliss.

“Fuck,” he breathed, on instinct. “Ow.”

Immediately, Justice stopped. “It hurts? Are you sure you’re okay? We can stop if—”

“No, no, no.” Pride grabbed his head and shoved him back down. “More, do more.”

From what little of his face he could see, Justice was skeptical of this decision, but he kept going. The sharp pain-pleasure returned with the brush of his tongue, rubbing his clit in small circles. Pride clenched his teeth and hissed, swimming in intensity that he hated and loved at the same time.

Justice swept down to lick a strip up his cunt, spreading the new wetness leaking from his hole. His tongue glided over his clit, up and down without any resistance. Pride groaned, the heightened feeling getting even more intense. It seared him with ecstasy, it was hot and sweet and biting all at once.

“So much,” he panted. “It’s so, so much—hah!”

Justice sucked his clit, and it was agony. He bit his lip so hard it almost broke skin, reeling from the fire that raced up his nerves. When Justice went back to licking him, it didn’t stop, throbbing through his body longer than anything else. Each stroke sent another wave, hitting him with the sweetest torture over and over and over. Pride scraped the bed sheets, taking them in fistfuls, and bucked his hips into the awful-wonderful feeling of getting his clit rubbed raw.

“I—I’m—f-fucking—” he managed, through gritted teeth. “Justice, fuck!”

In response, Justice muffled a moan into his cunt. He pushed a finger inside him, Pride gasping and moaning at the sudden entry. The quick movements of his tongue paired with the deep, pumping thrusts of his hand cut loose any restraint he had left.

Pride shuddered and moaned and keened. His thighs quaked, he curled his toes against the mattress, and he tore at his hair until it was nothing but a dark mess. Justice graduated from any gentle touch, licking him rough and fucking into him hard, and he couldn’t stand it. He thrusted and twisted his hips, squirming every which way. He couldn’t tell if he was trying to get away or feel even more, but it didn’t matter. The pain and pleasure twisted into a knot so tight he couldn’t untangle them.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t,” he chanted, crazed and breathless. “Justice, I can’t, make me come. Make me come, right now, I can’t—a-ah-h!”

The orgasm came on as intensely as everything else. Pride slapped a hand to Justice’s forehead to push him away, coming so hard he wasn’t sure if it even felt good. He sobbed and moaned and shook from head to toe, waiting helplessly for it to be over.

By the end, Pride was sprawled out on the bed, gasping for breath. His chest heaved like he’d sprinted a mile. The aftershocks made his whole body twitch. His clit burned and throbbed.

“Hey,” Justice murmured, crawling up to meet him. “Are you alright?”

Pride flopped over to face him, a stupid grin plastered across his face. “Five.”

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