"If you want to kill me, more than you want to fuck me right now," he purred, voice rough,

"Then you should just go ahead and pull that trigger."

Devlin drew back, pausing. Considering something. Then he snapped his fingers. The two criminals in white shirts instantly grabbed the two in tees, cutting off their air in a choke-hold.

Holstering his gun, Devlin grabbed Kit, pushing him in front of him towards a flimsy office in the corner of the warehouse.

His grip on the wolf's arm was like a steel clamp. Devlin pushed him head-first into the office, following and closing the door.

Kit glanced around, registering thin plaster walls, metal file cabinets, and a 60-watt light bulb with a plastic lampshade before he was shoved against a grimy desk. The wooden desktop was cluttered with papers, folders, and empty coffee cups.

He made no move to resist as Devlin strode up to him, spun him around roughly, and pressed his face into the desk. One hand pressed against the back of Kit's neck and he could smell the coffee stains on the wood under him, could hear Devlin unbuckle his belt, rustling, clinking.

The mobster hadn't even bothered to lock the door - which had a window in it - and the walls were so flimsy. Kit could feel his heartbeat speed up, blood rushing straight to his cock. Devlin dragged down the young man's jeans with one hand, baring his ass, while his other hand still pressed down on his nape.

Fabric still chafed against Kit's prick; he shifted to free it and Devlin slammed his head into the desk, making him gasp. He head Devlin spit into his fist and then he felt a rough hand between his legs, slicking up his crease.

There was a sound of plastic crumpling as Devlin ripped open a condom wrapper, a smell of latex when he rolled it onto his cock. Spitting again, he slicked up the length of himself with two quick strokes.

Kit couldn't move, couldn't see how big Devlin was. But he could feel the tip lined up with his hole and it did not feel small. He had not said a word, used lube, or prepared Kit with his fingers.

This is gonna hurt.

Devlin began pressing forward, pulling back, pressing forward again, and Kit gasped for air. He could feel nothing but the pressure steadily, mercilessly opening him up. It stung and felt good at the same time.

Pulling back with a low grunt, Devlin pushed in again, further this time, harder.

"Ahh!" Kit yelled, his ass searing with pain. Devlin definitely wasn't small, and pleasure was already coursing through him, coming in wake of the pain, and making him tremble.

A callused hand covered his mouth, stifling his yell and forcing him to breath through his nose. Another hand twisted Kit's arm up behind his back at a painful angle, holding him still. Devlin started fucking him faster, that big cock buried to the hilt in his ass.

It still hurt but this pain felt good. It added to the sensations overwhelming his body. Kit moaned against the hand covering his mouth.

"Mmphf! Aaah!"

Devlin grazed his prostate and Kit saw stars, bucking back against him, begging him to go deeper and licking the fingers gagging him.

The Devil obeyed, grabbing Kit's hips with both hands and ramming him deep and hard. Kit couldn't keep still , the sensation was overwhelming him - it was just too much. He thrashed against the desk, moaning each time Devlin thrust into his ass.

"Ah! Oh! I-I can't! Aaahh!"

Grunting, Devlin grabbed a handful of Kit's dark curls and pulled him up so that his ear came level with Devlin's mouth.

"So you like that, do you?" he whispered roughly.

"Ah! Yes! Aaa...harder..."

"Like this?"

"Yes! Oh..." Kit panted, shivering uncontrollably. His jeans fell to his ankles as Devlin held him upright. "Hah... Slap me. My ass. Ah!"

Devlin smirked, hot tongue licking Kit's ear, his neck. Then he shoved him down on the desk again, hard. Kit could feel the sharp edges digging into his hips, mashing against his leaking prick.

And he could feel a hand stroking his thigh and buttock, gently, almost tickling. Then a woosh of cold air just before Devlin's palm landed, sending sharp stinging pain and pleasure out from the spot.

"Ahh! Aahn! Fuck!!!"

He struck him again, harder. His hips was slapping against Kit's ass, and the only sounds besides the boy's moans were their heavy breathing and the wet slapping sounds.

Then he slowed, gingerly pulling out. Kit gasped in displeasure, feeling cold air as the hot, hard cock left his body. He longed to touch his own leaking prick but he couldn't reach it, bent in half and pressed against the wood slab.

"Don't stop. Devlin..."

Devlin Novák spread his ass open with one hand, taking a good, long look. Then he slammed back in, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust, hitting Kit's prostate just right, and slapping his ass hard enough to leave a mark, pushing him right over the edge.

Kit came before he knew what was happening, before he could do anything but feel the rivulets of pleasure, hot spunk spilling out between the desk and his stomach as he came and came, trembling uncontrollably.

His body turned to jelly and he could only pant, limp.

Devlin chuckled darkly, releasing his grip. He pulled Kit's legs up, cock still buried inside him, tugging off his jeans and flipping him over. Bright light stung his eyes as he lay splayed out across the desk on his back, his legs spread wide.

White, sticky cum covered his stomach and his T-shirt had ridden up to his armpits, revealing his small, hard nipples.

Panting, Devlin brushed his gleaming silver hair away from his face and stared down at Kit, his eyes devouring every inch of creamy, exposed skin. Then he smiled slowly, wider and wider, until the tips of his canines slipped out over his bottom lip -

"Oh, shit," Kit whispered, eyes wide. He had figured that since werewolves existed other creatures might too, but he had never met one or had much leisure time to worry about it.

With a sinking feeling, he realized what his bad premonition from earlier had meant.

They were half an inch long and a quarter inch wide with a dual edge like daggers. Razor sharp and curved inwards like a raptor's, Devlin's fangs pressed into his lower lip.

"You look positively ravishing, little wolf. What was your name again?"

"...Kit."

"Did you know that it is a mark of prestige for a vampire to have a werewolf pet? But it's not very easy to separate one from it's dear deadly pack and bind it. So let me make you an offer...

"Give me your inheritance. And yourself. Swear to me and become my servant... Mine to use and command however I see fit.

"Then I will give you Sabdova."

Both of them were sweating now. Devlin had let his jacket fall to the floor and was now unbuttoning his shirt, moisture gleaming on his sculpted chest. Blue-tinged tattoos peeked out, showing a Y-shaped crucifix and a blurry portrait with devil's horns.

He pulled Kit's legs apart wider, reaching down to pinch one dark pink nipple.

"Ah!"

"What's your answer?"

"I... I accept. Goddammit..."

Kit was beyond resisting, beyond thinking. When Devlin thrust in again his vision blackened and he cried out, consumed by the sensation of being mercilessly pounded just after cumming himself.

Finally Devlin grunted, thrusting in so deep that Kit's body shivered and twitched, clenching tight around his cock. He moaned helplessly as Devlin filled him up, before pulling out suddenly.

He ripped the condom off and came on top of Kit's soft, exposed belly.