Before You Hated
C H A P T E R O N E
Where the HELL was that little bitch?! It had been four days! DAYS! How had he possibly lasted four days without any sexual stimulation?! His body was like a nineteen year old's for crying out loud, and they were the horniest things since the invention of the rabbit! Krad growled furiously and wrapped his white trench coat around himself again. He was a well – respected man in this area, and some even dared to bow to him, lowering their human gaze to the muddy streets. He did not need the most enormous erection he had had in years ruining that high standard he had worked so tediously to achieve.
"DAAAARRRRK" He shouted at top volume, his voice strained with desire and utter frustration. That gorgeous phantom thief was getting it slammed up the ass as soon as he was tracked down.
Krad's golden eyes squinted with pain. He would have been sore being that hard for that long in the first place, but these damned tight trousers were going to be the death of him if he did not get relief VERY soon. No, he thought, he had to control himself. This was the year 1890, and men simply had more poise than they did years ago. Of course, Krad thought smugly, I always had the manners and self-restraint of a perfect gentleman. That he did, except for the minor problem that perfect gentlemen of the time fell in love with women, and not their gorgeous brothers.
When he could stand the pain no longer, Krad slipped into an empty alley and ducked into a doorway that was left ajar. He'd relieve himself a little…Just a little. Using one of his enormous white wings to cover the rest of the doorway so he would not be seen, the angel delicately reached into his trousers. From them he produced a hard on that a bit longer than one of his wing feathers, and he could feel the throbbing pain melt into his hand. Jesus, Krad thought, It's usually a bit shorter than a wing feather when I'm hard.
He began by circling his gloved thumb over the swollen, pink head with extreme caution, groaning gently as the pain trickled into pleasure. His ankle length hair draped over his shoulders, and the occasional strands fell from their perches in his coat to tease his erection further, each one receiving a violent shudder in return.
Oh god…Oh…..GOD. An image snuck into Krad's mind, a perfectly detailed picture of Dark, his beloved. The violet haired boy was kneeling, chained to a wall, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed with lust. Krad's erection twitched painfully, and he gasped in agony, slamming his eyes shut. Damn….He'd have to waste this one. His glove covered hand squeezed down his shaft, the silk becoming soaked with pre-cum. He'd have to wash them later. Much later. A large cluster of blond hair fell from his shoulders and traced across the swollen head, which he had just finished stimulating. He shouted as a shudder stormed through his body, nearly shaking him off his feet.
Drawing his hand back to the tip, Krad forced himself to breathe. He pressured down his now nine inch erection with even more force this time, causing his hips to involuntarily buck forward. He could stand this no longer, the pain was returning, and he had to act.
The hand now slid over him with such speed it looked like no more than a flash of white. Krad's hips trembled back and forth, and he went deaf to all sounds but the roaring of blood in the veins of his ears. He was most likely shouting extremely loudly, but no trace of it reached his mind. Then the first wave came.
His slender hips jerked, and a few drops of pure relief slipped between his fingers.
The next was stronger, crashing through him as a stream of white traveled through the air.
The last tsunami left him somehow on his knees, his nose near the trails of thick liquid on the brick wall.
His breath was shallow, his chest heaving. Peeking around his wing, he could see a few curious faces staring at the slightly open door.
Oh, shit.
Krad returned his penis to its rightful place, and darted up the stairs that were on the inside of the door, not caring where they took him.
His image would not be soiled because of his damn desires.