Pitch secretly enjoyed the way Jack squirmed beneath him. Though he was disappointed in the winter spirit. This had started out as a dream for the kid, a fantasy even. But then the noble Guardian side made an annoying appearance and ruined it. No matter, it would be funner to take the boy by force anyway.
"Pitch please stop!" Jack begged. Pitch growled slightly, leaning down to bite the boys neck again. The taste of the boys sweet blood nearly sent him reeling. He wanted so bad to take the boy then and there. But maybe if he was gentle Jack would change his mind about being noble and actually enjoy the situation. Pitch licked up Jack's neck and cheek, planting a kiss on his forehead. The frightened winter spirit felt his heart kick up in pace as Pitch continued to try and stimulate him. "Get off me!" he shouted. Pitch, finally deciding that he was bored with Jack's resistance, moved his hand from Jack's wrist to his throat. He pressed down just enough so the boy could breath but not speak.
"Jack...Jack...Jack. Just remember how much you wanted this. Not so long ago you were begging for me to take you. I know all about your little fantasies and I know how much you want this." He explained with a wicked smile. Jack shook his head, making Pitch frown. He simply shrugged and, keeping his hand on the boys throat, released his other hand. Both of Jack's now freed hands went to try and pry Pitch's grip from his throat. He could still breath, but it was becoming uncomfortable. Pitch meanwhile busied himself pushing up Jack's precious hoodie to stroke the pale skin beneath. Jack's muscles tensed and constricted as Pitch touched him. It felt so good, but so wrong at the same time. Jack was having a fierce mental battle over this all. How much he wanted it and how much he wanted to stay pure weighed equally heavy on his mind. But Pitch seemed to be having no problem making the decision for him.
His warm fingers moved from Jack's abdomen to his chest, teasingly playing with Jack's nipples until the boy arched against him. Jack's arousal was back, but he was trying hard to suppress it. Pitch could feel the boy growing warmer beneath him and he grinned. He lowered his lips to Jack's chest, nibbling on his skin and drawing short moans from the younger immortal. Jack felt his resistance wearing away. This was still wrong, but he began to want it again. He wanted Pitch.
"Oh you do?" Pitch said seductively. Jack nodded frantically. Pitch smirked, taking his hand off Jack's throat to pull the hoodie all the way off Jack. Despite the fact that Jack was ready to cave into the Nightmare King's demand, he was still a little hesitant. He simply laid there as Pitch stripped him. His pants were tossed to the side and Pitch admired the young boy's immature erection. He teasingly stroked the boy, earning more than a modest moan. He savored each noise that escaped the boy as he picked up his pace, pumping up and down on the boy's stiffening member.
"Oh god!" Jack screamed as he finally let go, his cum like snow as it painted both his and Pitch's body. Pitch licked the white fluid off his fingers and shuddered in delight.
"You see Jack, that wasn't so bad." He attached his lips to the winter spirits, biting down on his lower lip and making Jack taste himself on Pitch's lips. "Now for the main event." He smiled devilishly, pulling Jack from the ground and to his knees. Jack was slightly confused. True, he'd had many fantasies about the dark figure who'd pleased him...but he was still too pure to imagine anything too bad. He didn't even know what sex was really. But it was Pitch's intention to show him.
"Wait I-"
"I know Jack. You're a virgin. I'll be gentle." he turned the boy over, positioning his erection at Jack's entrance. Jack looked back at the Nightmare King over his shoulder, a bit of fear on his face. He wasn't sure at all what to expect, but he had a feeling from the look on Pitch's face, that Pitch was going to enjoy this more than he would.
With an evil glance at Jack's panicked face, Pitch pushed himself into the spirit of winter. Jack cried out, definitely not expecting it to hurt! It thrilled Pitch to hear the boy's screams, and he shoved in again, earning another one.
"No stop it hurts!" Jack exclaimed. He had agreed to not fight Pitch and now Pitch was hurting him! It wasn't fair! "Please Pitch stop!"
"How selfish Jack...after what I did for you first..." Pitch grinned evilly, creating a rhythm now. Each shove into the boy released another cry from Jack, which only made Pitch want more. Soon, before Jack really had a chance to get used to it, he picked up the pace. Tears started streaming out of Jack's eyes, and he dug his fingers into the cold earth. His heart raced with the intensity and speed Pitch was taking. And suddenly, beneath all the pain, it started to feel very very good. His cries of pain became moans of pleasure. His hips started to buck back against Pitch's wanting more. Pitch grinned sadistically, leaning over to bite Jack's neck. The new pain only drove Jack more towards pleasure.
"P-Pitch!" he exclaimed. Pitch loved the boys voice, so full of passion and fear and pleasure. He grasped the boys neglected erection as he again quickened his pace. The combined pleasures were too much for Jack and he cried out, cumming once again, his seed practically blending in with the white snow. His orgasm pushed Pitch right over the edge, his cum shooting into Jack. He slumped over, milking as much of the pleasure as he could. They both breathed heavily, waiting for their hearts to stop racing.
"Liked that did we little one?" Pitch cooed into the boys ear. Jack returned his cooes with another moan of content. Pitch laughed darkly and pulled out of Jack. He stood, wrapping his cloak back around him as Jack still recovered on the cold ground.
"Wait!"
"Don't worry. I'll be back again Jack." he smirked, stroking the boys cheek before disappearing into the shadows of the woods. Jack touched the place where Pitch's skin had been, feeling the burn of his absence. Never in any of his most twisted fantasies had he imagined that! But it all felt so good. A voice called to him from real life, and try as he might to stay in the dream, still feeling himself come down from it all, he was shaken awake by Tooth and Bunny.
"Whoa!" He yelled in surprise, falling off the tree branch where he'd made his bed last night.
"Jack it's just us!" Tooth grinned, laughing at the downed spirit.
"I know, you just surprised me!" He said indignantly. Bunny smirked at the boy, crossing his arms.
"Looked like you were having quite the dream. Could hardly wake ya mate." He observed. Jack flushed purple at the mention of his dream, but covered it up but rubbing his face.
"Ya, it was something. What's up guys?" He asked. The other two Guardians looked at each other and their smiles faded.
"Jack we need to get to North's. It's Pitch." Jack's chest tightened at the name. As much pleasure as he'd gotten from the dream, he still knew that Pitch was the enemy. The one they'd nearly died trying to defeat. "He's returned Jack."
Well that would be problematic.
