Ridden by the Cowboy
"Fancy meeting you here Blitzy." Striker sat down next to Blitzo at the bar. He smirked at the glare Blitzo shot him. They haven't seen each other since their fight at the Festival, "Still being a whore to that Bird Dick?"
Blitzo's tail flinched back and forth, "If anything that guy's my whore." Blitzo waived his hand dismissively, trying not to pay attention to Striker too much. Instead he focused on the drink in front of him.
Striker seemed undeterred. He leaned in with one hand on the bar and snatched Blitzo's drink with the other, downing it before Blitzo could stop him.
"That was my drink you money chasing fuck." Blitzo slammed his fist on the table.
"Me? You're the one fucking the royal Bird fuck just to make money with his book." Striker retorted back, leaning in close, his lips almost touching Blitzo's "I can show you a much better time."
Blitzo averted his gaze from Striker's, "Damn. I think your charisma is the only thing about you that gets me hard." He looked back at the mercenary, his eyes now shining, although he wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the arousal.
"I can help with that. And give you more reasons to get hard. Over and over again if you want." Striker's tail wrapped around Blitzo's forearm, pulling him close, close enough to whisper in his ear, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget all about him. You won't even remember his name. Or your own by the time I'm done with you."
Blitzo took a deep breath. Striker looked down, noticing the bulge in the other Imp's pants. He palmed it hard with his hand earning a groan from Blitzo.
"Fuck it. Lets blow this damn bar." Blitzo stood up abruptly, not even paying for his drink as he dragged Striker off to his apartment. They barely made it trough the door before their lips harshly crashed against each other, kissing and biting, grabbing at each others clothes on their way to the bedroom.
They stumbled their way trough the bedroom door, Blitzo practically being dragged along and pushed onto his knees at the edge of the bed where Striker sat, his cock hard and throbbing between his legs.
"Nice gun." Blitzo grinned as he took it in his hand, running his hand up and down quickly.
"Hmm, trust me it'll be even nicer when its inside you." Striker hummed in pleasure, his hands running over Blitzo's horns and the base of his head.
"Oh trust me, I'll make you see stars bitch." Blitzo licked the underside of Striker's cock, his hand rubbing over the tip.
"That's my line." Striker removed Blitzo's hand, leaving only his tongue on his cock. He shifted his hips, guiding Blitzo's mouth where he wanted it. Blitzo didn't hesitate for a moment, he eagerly took the cock into his mouth and started bobbing his head up and down.
Striker smirked at Blitzo's eagerness, "You're good at that. You do that for him too? Well it doesn't matter, this mouth is all mine now. And I'm gonna..." Striker gives a deep thrust, making Blitzo gag a little, "I'm gonna fuck his taste out of your mouth. But you can bet you'll remember how I taste. Now come on, use that tongue of yours."
Blitzo didn't like to be told what to do. In fact he hated it with every fiber of his being. But hearing it from Striker? It did things to him. Terrible and wonderful things. Things that made him moan, made his dick even harder. He reached down to garb his dick, moving his hand along with his mouth, only making himself moan louder as his hand worked up and down his dick.
This didn't go unnoticed by Striker, "Touching yourself? Well... stop." His voice was deadly and commanding. Blitzo's eyes shot open, his mouth still around Striker's dick as he looked him in the eye. They were glaring at him, at his hand wrapped around his dick. With a groan Blitzo removed his hand, fisting it on the floor, "Good. I'll do that for you later. Make you come so fucking hard. But first, you're gonna swallow every bit of my cum like a good little Imp."
Blitzo dubbed his efforts, if he got Striker to come, then he's gonna get to come. Yeah, that's all it was. He placed his hands on Striker's tights, moving his head faster, swallowing him deeper.
Striker's grip on Blitzo's horns tightened. He shut his eyes tight. Suddenly he stood up, his cock never leaving Blitzo's mouth. Blitzo let out a sound of surprise, muffled by Striker rapidly thrusting his dick into his mouth, the grip on his horns keeping him from moving. With one final thrust Striker came down Blitzo's throat, Blitzo swallowing the jets of cum as quickly as they came. Striker pulled away quickly, rubbing his still hard cock in his hand.
Blitzo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes glowing with lust, his breathing uneven as he gasped for air.
He licked drops of Striker's cum from his finger, "Not bad. A tad to salty for my delicate palate though." Blitzo sat up, leaned a hand on his hip and made a snapping sound with his fingers, "Now I believe you owe me a nice, good orgasm." He gestured to his dick, standing upwards between his legs.
"Oh I plan to deliver on that." Striker licked his lips. He yanked Blitzo down on the bed with his tail, the Imp falling face first onto the mattress. Striker wrapped his tail around Blitzo's hands keeping them pinned. With one hand he pushed his face into the pillow, and pulled his ass up in the air with the other.
Blitzo looked at him over his shoulder, "Hey! What gives you fuck?! You promised to make me come hard remember?"
"Oh I remember." Striker lined his dick up with Blitzo's ass, "I'll make you cum while I fuck you nice and hard." With that he buried himself balls deep into Blitzo.
"Fuck!" Blitzo shouted, shaking at the sudden feeling of fullness in his ass.
"Holy Satan you're tight. Guess you don't take it much do you? But you take my dick huh? You took it in both your holes." True to his words Striker started fucking him hard, Blitzo moaning and whimpering at each thrust of Striker's cock, "You take it so fucking well. You should do this more often. For me. Only from me."
Blitzo grit his teeth. Partly from the fucking and partly from how hard his dick was. He had to get off, but his hands were bound by Striker's tail and he wouldn't let up no matter how much he tugged.
He felt Striker's hands across his body, on his hips, his back, his chest. Finally he wrapped one hand around his dick and moved it across his dick, "Oh fuck yes." Blitzo breathed out, his voice sounding almost foreign to himself.
Suddenly Striker stopped moving both his hips and his hand.
"The hell?! Keep moving limp dick!" Blitzo growled at him.
"You keep moving. Fuck yourself on my cock, in my hand, like a good little whore." Blitzo thought he was bluffing. No way was was he gonna stand still now. But he did. For almost a minute. Eventually Blitzo couldn't take it any longer.
"Fuck you!" Blitzo started to frantically move his hips, "Fucking fuck you, you backstabbing piece of-" He yelped as Striker tugged on his tail.
"Faster. Come on I know you can go faster. I've seen how quick you are. You can get us both off can't you? I know you can. You can fuck yourself on my hard dick so fucking good." Striker's voice was deeper and slightly growly. Strained maybe? Was he holding himself back from cumming?
Well there's no way he's gonna have Striker cum twice when he haven't even got to it once, but that didn't mean he can't have fun with this knowledge, "You close? Damn, I can feel you throbbing. Is it hard to hold yourself back when I fuck your hand, take you deep in my ass? Who's the whore now motherfucker?"
"Don't get cocky." Striker pulled himself out, flipped Blitzo on his back and thrust back into him, his hand back on his dick, his tail keeping Blitzo's hands pinned above his head. Once he was back inside he continued his at his earlier pace, while his hand worked on Blitzo's cock.
The sudden change in position and rough movements made Blitzo cum all over Striker's hand and his chest, "Fuck, that's it." He sucked in a breath between his teeth, his body shaking as Striker fucked him trough his orgasm.
The mercenary Imp wasn't far behind, not with Blitzo moaning, cumming all over himself and clenching tightly around him. Blitzo felt Striker go still on top of him, then the flood of warmth that followed. Striker growled as he emptied his dick into Blitzo's hole, "Take it! Fuck, squeeze every last drop out, until you can't take anymore!" Striker's pace didn't falter once. When he stopped cumming he pulled out harshly, not caring about the whimper Blitzo let out at the rough treatment.
His tail let go of Blitzo's arms and he sat on the edge of the bed to catch his breath. Blitzo rubbed his sore wrists, still lying down on the bed.
"Fuck." Blitzo exhaled, "From one top to another, fuck you're good." Striker laughed, he glanced back at Blitzo not saying anything else, "Give me a bit to recover and then I'll show you how well I can fuck someone. Show you why Stolas loves my dick so much."
"As fun as that sounds, I'll take a rain-check on that. Call me when you're free, I'll be happy to take that dick." Striker winked and started getting dressed. Blitzo just nodded, covered himself with a blanket and turned to his side. He heard the clanking of boots walking away and the sound of the apartment door opening and closing.
Somehow, he really looked forward to seeing Striker again. It was gonna be a fun time for sure.