When you exert yourself, you grow stronger. The more work you put in, the better the results you get in return.
Who had imparted those words to me, in the days before this country was despoiled by evil—in that time of true peace?
My father? My mother? My brother? My mentor?
Those long-ago memories had grown hazy and indistinct.
It was a simple enough homily to give to a child. One could call it trite, even. But that lesson, and the future it implicitly promised, sustained me during my years in service to evil, rescuing me from the brink of despair time and time again.
If I grew stronger, I could fight. I stood firm and steadfast, trusting that a better future would someday result.
And here I was, in the now my perseverance had won me—a present far unlike the future I’d imagined back then.
“Nn, haah... Ah, aah!”
I gazed down at the pale back stretched out beneath me. The man was slumped forward on a bed, just his hips lifted slightly in the air. Thrust after thrust jostled him back and forth, tearing intermittent moans from his throat—still, he was holding back his voice a little as he quietly sobbed. And the one inciting those cries was none other than me. I was forcing my former master to hunch over like a beast—staining him completely and utterly. The feeling of depravity only fanned the flames of my arousal. I picked up speed, thrusting in deeper where our bodies connected, and he raised his voice in an undignified wail.
“Wai— Waaugh! N-Not so—aah!—fast, dumbass— Nn!”
I sighed back at him. “You complain just as much when I go slowly,” I replied scornfully.
I lifted his lower body up before he could collapse fully to the bed. His lithe back arched, even as he shook and trembled, and I drove still deeper into him.
“Hiih, nhaa! Fh, ngh, nhnn...”
His moans grew higher in pitch, then became muffled midway through. Unable to withstand the humiliation, he had pulled over a pillow and buried his face in it. I considered taking it away from him...but I thought better of it.
This position had one major disadvantage, as it were. Today, I couldn’t reach those oh-so-familiar spots that would bring pleasure to the man pinned beneath me. Ordinarily, I would toy with them relentlessly; having them untouched now must have left him dissatisfied. He was breathing in short gasps, his face was flushed red all the way to his ears, and his upper body writhed as he rubbed his chest against the sheets. The sight was utterly...
“Filthy...” The word formed itself in my thoughts and slipped directly from my mouth.
His body twitched as he overheard my quiet mutter. He took his face out of the pillow and turned his head to look at me. Those crimson eyes glared up, wet with tears—and the sight only set my heart racing faster.
A heaviness filled my nethers. He must have felt it inside him as well. His face went taut with alarm, and that spurred me on still further. I had briefly paused my rhythmic thrusting, but now I started it once more. Horrible wet squelching noises rang out, pushing both him and me closer to our limits.
“Aa, aah!” he moaned. “N-No—deep—too hard—nff, aaah!”
Even as he claimed that I was being too intense, his insides writhed around me, beckoning me with their warmth. There was no way I could hold back. “Your body is far more honest with me...” would be too vulgar of a line, so I swallowed it down. Instead, I plunged into his innermost depths, taking him as I pleased.
I listened to his high, pleading cries while he wriggled and wormed, as if to beg me for something. So I gave him what he asked for, pinning him firmly in place and spilling my heat inside him.