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The night lay heavy over the atelier like a dark cloak. A cool wind moved and carried the scent of damp earth along with night-blooming flowers.
Inside, the large wooden and stone structure stood wrapped in silence, its walls holding layers of magic and the steady breathing of sleeping children.
Upstairs the four apprentices rested in their beds. Tetia lay curled beneath her blanket with one arm hanging off the side and her face peaceful after the long day of practice. Riche with her occasional quiet murmurs. Agott lay curled tightly beneath her blanket, ever the serious one even in dreams, while Coco 's bed was a small chaos of half-finished sketches and scattered paper, she had finally surrendered to sleep after some while.
Down in the main hall only one light still burned.
Qifrey sat alone, at the wide oak table while his fingers moved as he wove a complex spell into existence. Soft glyphs hovered in the air before him and cast gentle reflections across his skin and pale hair. His eye stayed focused yet his shoulders carried weariness. He had worked for hours on an enchantment that refused to stabilize but the solitude of these late nights brought him a form of comfort.
Then, a knock echoed through the atelier.
Qifrey rose from his chair with smooth grace and his pants-robes brushed against the wooden floor as he crossed the room. When he pulled the heavy door open cool night air rushed inside and brought the scent of the forest.
There stood Olruggio.
The slightly smaller witch filled the doorway with his frame while his dark hair looked tousled from travel and his eyes showed the tiredness that always followed his long journeys. The lines of exhaustion on his face made Qifrey feel a pull of affection in his chest.
“Olly! Come back so soon?” Qifrey said with warmth in his voice, suprised that he found his beloved in an unexpected time, “I didn’t expect you back tonight.”
He stepped forward without hesitation and reached out to touch Olruggio’s arm as his fingers brushed the fabric of his robe. He tilted his head and let his white hair slip over one shoulder.
“You must be exhausted.. Come inside and let me prepare something warm for you before you rest. What do you say?"
Qifrey stepped back to let him enter, his expression still soft with affection as Olruggio crossed the threshold. The moment the man stepped fully inside and the heavy door clicked shut behind him, the air in the atelier changed. A strange thickness settled over the room, pressing against Qifrey’s skin.
Olruggio stood there without moving at first, his shoulders rising and falling as he drew in a long, labored breath like he had run for hours through the forest without stopping. The sound of that breath filled the silence between them.
Qifrey’s eye twitched.
Something felt wrong. The way Olruggio held himself carried none of the familiar tiredness he usually brought back from his journeys. His posture looked too rigid, and the violet tint hidden deep in his eyes caught the glow of the floating glyphs, in a way that sent an uneasy ripple down Qifrey’s spine.
Before Qifrey could speak again, the man moved.
In one powerful motion he closed the distance, grabbed Qifrey by the shoulders, and slammed his back against the wooden door with a heavy thud that echoed through the quiet atelier. The impact jarred Qifrey’s body and forced a sharp gasp from his lips.
“Olly!” Qifrey started, his voice tightening with sudden alarm.
Olruggio’s hand shot up and wrapped around his throat, fingers pressing firmly against pale skin as he leaned in close. That ragged breath brushed hot against Qifrey’s ear when he finally spoke, his voice low and rough in a way that did not belong to the man Qifrey loved.
“You always open the door so easily, Qifrey.” Olruggio growled, the words dragged out between heavy breaths. “Like you’ve been waiting for someone to come and catch you off guard."
Qifrey’s hands flew up as the pressure around his throat increased, both arms grabbing at Olruggio’s wrist in a desperate attempt to loosen the hold. He pulled with all the strength he could gather, fingers digging into the other man’s skin, yet the arm did not budge even an inch. The lack of movement shocked him. In all the years they had known each other, Olruggio had always been slightly smaller in frame than him, their bodies matched in a way that never allowed one to overpower the other so completely.
So…. This strength felt unnatural and it sent a fresh wave of fear through Qifrey’s chest while his lungs began to burn from the lack of air.
“Olly… stop…!” he managed to choke out, his voice thin and strained.
His free hand twitched toward the inner pocket of his pants where he always kept his small spell book and quill. If he could just reach them, draw even a single simple glyph on the page, he might create enough force to push Olruggio back and buy time to understand what had happened to him. His fingers stretched, brushing against the fabric of his pocket, so close to the familiar leather book cover.
But Olruggio’s other hand moved with terrifying speed. It shot out and seized Qifrey’s reaching wrist, slamming it hard against the wooden door above his head and pinning it there without any effort. The spell book and quill remained untouched inside the pocket, useless now.
A laugh escaped Olruggio’s throat, still carrying that exhausted breath as if the magic inside him demanded constant air.
“You really think you can draw your little spells against me?” he muttered. His face hovered inches from Qifrey’s, those violet-tinted eyes burning with something cold…. and hungry.
“Pathetic."
"After all this time, you still don’t understand how badly I desire you.”
Growing panic widened in Qifrey's eyes as the hand around his throat squeezed tighter, forcing his head to tilt back slightly while black spots began dancing at the edges of his vision.
This could not be the Olruggio he had known for so long.
The man before him carried the same shoulders and familiar scent, yet everything else felt distorted, as though something foreign had wrapped itself around his very soul. His eyes, which should have been that cool blue Qifrey had grown to cherish during their life together, now appeared dark and empty. When Qifrey forced himself to stare directly into them, searching for any trace of the man he loved, he found nothing left of sanity there, only a cold and devouring hunger.
What forbidden magic could have done this during his week away? Had Olruggio encountered some ancient, corrupted spell out in the wilds? Or had one of his contraption research projects finally twisted back upon him in the worst possible way?
“What’s gotten… into you, Olruggio?” Qifrey forced out with the last scraps of breath he could manage, his voice coming broken as the hand around his throat continued to squeeze. Each word took tremendous effort, his chest heaving weakly while his pinned wrist strained uselessly against the unrelenting grip.
Olruggio’s only response was another rough breath, hot against Qifrey’s cheek. The violet darkness in his eyes deepened as he leaned closer, studying the man's struggling expression with fascination, his lips curling into a smile that held none of the sweetness the real him sometimes showed.
After a while, his grip around Qifrey’s throat loosened all at once, releasing the crushing pressure that had been stealing his breath. Before Qifrey could draw in a full gulp of air or utter another word, the man moved first. His hand shot upward, fingers seizing Qifrey’s jaw in a firm hold that kept his head pinned against the wooden door and prevented any escape. The strength in those fingers alone made resistance feel impossible.
"Hmmph!"
Then Olruggio kissed him.
It's a kiss that consuming, as though the man had been starving for this exact moment. His mouth crashed against Qifrey's lips demanding immediate surrender while his tongue pushed past teeth without waiting for permission. The kiss tasted possessive that left no room for gentleness.
Qifrey’s mind reeled in shock. His eye widening in pure surprise at the sudden shift. This was nothing like the hesitant touches they had shared all this time. This Olruggio gave him no space to pull away, no chance to protest or even breathe properly. The hand on his jaw held him exactly where he wanted, tilting his head at just the right angle so their mouths could lock deeper together. Their tongues fought in a messy, saliva-slick battle, sliding and coiling against each other with sounds that filled the quiet atelier.
In the haze of it all, Qifrey’s thoughts gone blank. He did not even realize at first that he had begun responding, his own tongue moving to meet Olruggio’s in heated strokes, his lips parting wider to accept the brutal rhythm.
The kiss felt devastatingly good, so intense that it made his knees weaken and his body slowly go limp against the door. Part of it came from the lingering lack of oxygen, but far more came from the kiss itself.
He had never known Olruggio could kiss like this, as if the man intended to devour him before the night ended. Every deep stroke of tongue and press of lips sent heat flooding through Qifrey’s body, leaving him dazed and embarrassingly pliant.
Saliva dripped from the corner of their joined mouths as the kiss grew even messier, tongues tangling harder while Olruggio’s heavy breaths mingled with Qifrey’s soft whimpers.
"O-Olly…"
Olruggio finally pulled back from the kiss, leaving Qifrey’s lips swollen and glistening with saliva. A thin string of it still connected their mouths for a brief moment before breaking. Qifrey drew in desperate breaths, chest rising and falling rapidly against the wooden door while his mind struggled to catch up with what his body was feeling.
A strange heat had settled deep inside him, spreading through his limbs in a way that felt entirely wrong.
This was definitely not the Olruggio he knew.
Yet his body responded with eager. His pulse throbbed heavy between his legs, an undeniable arousal that grew stronger with every second he remained trapped under that gaze. The feeling overwhelmed him. It weakened his urge to fight, to push back, to demand answers.
Instead, a thread of curiosity began weaving through the fear. He wondered what this version of Olruggio would do to him next. How much further would he go? How rough could he become?
The thought felt deeply weird, almost sickening, yet Qifrey could not push it away. His body had grown traitorously limp, warm, and far too receptive to the manhandling, as if some hidden part of himself had been waiting for exactly this kind of treatment fpr a very long time.
Olruggio’s hand remained locked on his jaw, keeping his face tilted upward while those dark violet eyes studied him with cold, reading every flicker of emotion crossing Qifrey’s flushed features.
A stretch of disorienting time passed in which Qifrey could barely register movement appear later.
One moment he had been pinned against the front door of the atelier, lips still tingling from that devastating kiss.
The next moment, everything had shifted without warning.
He blinked slowly, his mind struggling to catch up as cool wood pressed hard against the side of his face. His cheek and forehead rested flush against the surface of a familiar work desk, scattered papers and ink bottles pushed aside carelessly beneath him. His body was bent forward at a sharp angle, forced into a vulnerable position. His knees dug into the stone floor while his torso and belly were pinned firmly down against the desk by a heavy weight behind him.
This is Olruggio’s room.
The realization settled over Qifrey like cold water. He had not walked here. He had not felt the climb up the stairs or the turn through the hallway. One breath at the door, and now he was here, in this private corner of the atelier that belonged to Olruggio, the space he rarely allowed others to enter so freely.
His thoughts clicked sharply into focus. This kind of magic carried the signature of forbidden Brimmed Hat magic — a dangerous teleportation spell that bent space itself, the kind that left almost no trace and consumed vast amounts of magical power.
The fact that Olruggio had used it so effortlessly while under whatever influence gripped him only deepened Qifrey’s unease...
"Ughh! O-Olly!"
A low groan escaped his lips as he tried to push himself up from the desk, but the attempt failed in an instant. Olruggio’s body loomed directly behind him, one powerful hand planted between his shoulder blades, keeping his upper body pressed down against the wooden surface with crushing strength.
“Olruggio…” his voice hoarse and unsteady, eye wide with a mixture of confusion and that same heat still pulsing through his veins. “How did we…?!”
Olruggio did not answer with words. Instead, his free hand gripped Qifrey’s hip hard enough to bruise, pulling his ass back against the obvious, thick hardness straining in his trousers.
Then he leaned down slowly, his broad chest pressing heavier against Qifrey’s back as he hovered close. His face came level with Qifrey’s, so near that every slow, heavy breath he took shared the same warm air between them. The heat of it brushed across Qifrey’s flushed cheek and parted lips while those dark violet eyes stared down. Then he inhaled, dragging his nose along Qifrey’s skin as though savoring the scent of something precious and breedable.
One large hand moved up and tangled roughly into Qifrey’s white hair. With a firm tug, Olruggio pulled his head up and back, lifting his face completely off the wooden desk and arching his neck beautifully.
“Olly…!” Qifrey murmured, voice trembling with fear and something far more confusing.
He called the name again and again, hoping it might reach the real Olruggio somewhere inside this violent version of him. “Olly… please…”
But the only thing Olruggio did is buried his face against the side of Qifrey’s neck, but the tight black turtleneck that Qifrey always wore underneath his robes blocked his access. The fabric sat snug against pale skin, denying him the direct contact he clearly craved. A frustrated growl rumbled in Olruggio’s throat. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and sank his teeth into the collar of the turtleneck like a lion tearing into fresh prey.
“What are yo—?! Olly!!""
The sound of fabric ripping filled the room as Olruggio tore through the material with brutal force. He yanked his head back while ripping the tight neckline wide open in one motion. The black fabric gave way easily under his teeth leaving that exposed the elegant column of Qifrey’s throat. Cool air kissed the newly revealed skin as shreds of the destroyed turtleneck hung loosely around Qifrey’s nape and shoulders.
Without further ado, Olruggio press forward again. His teeth sank hard into the now-bare skin at the junction of neck and shoulder, biting deep enough to leave a claiming mark. He followed it with another bite lower down, then another near the nape of Qifrey’s shoulder, each one possessive and cruel, blooming into dark bruises that would linger for days.
Qifrey gasped sharply with every bite, his body jerking against the desk while he continued murmuring, “Olly…! It hurts! Olly… don’t…!"
The man's hands moved with impatient still, clearly no longer satisfied with just marking the skin. He grabbed the front of Qifrey’s outer pants-robes and yanked them open with such force that several fastenings scattered across the floor.
Qifrey’s eyes widened in panic.
“W-wai— Olruggio, stop!” he cried out, his voice rising with fear as he felt the cold air hit more of his skin. “Don’t— what are you doing?!”
But Olruggio did not hearing what he said.
The white haired witch began to sob quietly as tears welled up in his eye and started to fall. His body trembled under the rough treatment while he remained helplessly pinned over the desk.
“Olly… please…” he sobbed, voice shaking. “What happened to you? This isn’t you… "
Olruggio kept going, stripping him down until only onethings remained on Qifrey’s body. The tight black turtleneck shirt still clung to his slender torso, its high collar already torn open in jagged shreds that exposed his marked neck and collarbones. Below that, his usual loose white undergarments — the soft, flowing fabric he normally wore beneath his robes in the safety of the atelier — had been yanked down to his knees, leaving his pale hips, ass, and legs completely bare.
"… W-what did you encounter during that week away, Olly…?"
“Olruggio… talk to me!” Qifrey pleaded through his sobs, tears sliding down his flushed cheeks. “Please… tell me what’s wrong. I don’t understand what’s happening to you…”
His words seemed to keep go unheard. While Olruggio’s hand pressed harder between his shoulder blades, keeping him firmly bent over the desk, while his other hand roughly grabbed one of Qifrey’s bare thighs and spread his legs wider.
One of his large hands moved downward, capturing both of Qifrey’s slender wrists in a single iron grip and pinning them tightly against the small of his back, right above his hips. The hold left Qifrey completely unable to push himself up or reach for anything.
"Let me go, Olly!"
Then Olruggio’s other hand slid down to Qifrey’s bare thigh. He forced his legs further apart with strength, spreading them wider until Qifrey’s knees scraped against the stone floor. His thumb pressed firmly against one pale buttcheek, pulling it aside without any hesitation to fully expose Qifrey’s most private skin to the cool air of the room.
Qifrey’s eye widened in pure shock, a fresh wave of humiliated heat flooding his face as he realized exactly what Olruggio was doing. He was staring directly at his hole like he was evaluating something that already belonged to him.
“Olly! Don’t… don’t look there!” Qifrey's voice cracking with panic. Fresh tears spilled down his cheeks as he began to struggle again, twisting his body and pulling hard against the unyielding grip on his wrists. He tried to close his legs, to twist his hips away from that exposing thumb, anything to regain some dignity. “Stop it! This is humiliating… let me go!”
But his rebellion lasted only a few desperate seconds. The hand pinning his wrists behind his back didn’t loosen even slightly, and the thumb holding his ass open stayed exactly where it was, keeping him fully displayed. No matter how much Qifrey squirmed or pulled, he could not break free. His movements only made his exposed hole twitch visibly under Olruggio’s intense, silent gaze.
The other man remained completely still for a long moment, breathing heavily as he continued his inspection. His thumb moved slightly, pressing closer to the tight ring of muscle, observing every tiny reaction from Qifrey’s body.
“Olly… please…” Qifrey sobbed, his voice growing smaller again as the fight drained out of him. “Why are you doing this to me…?”
His grip shifted without warning. The hand that had been pinning both of Qifrey’s wrists behind his back moved upward in one smooth motion, sliding around to his front. He pressed his large palm firmly against Qifrey’s chest, right over the torn black turtleneck, pulling Qifrey’s upper body even tighter against him while trapping his arms between their bodies. This new hold locked Qifrey in place more completely, making every breath feel shared and every small struggle useless.
Then Olruggio bent lower, his body covering Qifrey’s bent form entirely. His chest pressed flush against Qifrey’s back as one arm wrapped around his head, further locking it in position while his hot breath ghosted directly against Qifrey’s ear.
Two thick fingers from his free hand moved between Qifrey’s spread thighs and began rubbing slow circles against his exposed entrance. The touch was teasing yet possessive, pressing lightly against the tight ring of muscle before pulling back, only to return with slightly more pressure.
A low whisper brushed against Qifrey’s ear, Olruggio’s voice rough and dripping with cruel amusement.
“This greedy little hole,” he murmured, his fingers still stroking and rubbing the sensitive skin. “Tell me, Qifrey. Is this a virgin hole? Or has someone already been using you all this time?"
Qifrey’s entire body jolted in shock at the humiliating words.
"Have you been spreading your legs for someone else behind my back?”
His eye widened dramatically as fresh tears spilled down his flushed cheeks.
“What are you talking about, Olly?!” he gasped, voice cracking with disbelief and embarrassment. “That’s… that’s ridiculous! No one has ever—… I’ve never— Why would you even say something like that?!”
His voice trembled with a mix of panic and humiliated, but his body betrayed him once again. The slow rubbing of those two fingers against his entrance made his hole twitch under the touch, clenching and relaxing in a way that only seemed to encourage Olruggio’s cruel whispers.
Meanwhile the man let out a mocking chuckle against his ear, pressing his fingers a little harder against the tight ring while keeping Qifrey completely trapped beneath his weight, then moving down his fingers between Qifrey's spread thighs until it wrapped around his cock.
"Still pretending to be so innocent? Acting like you’ve never been touched when your body is betraying you.”
"… stop, Olly…"
To both their surprise, Qifrey was already fully hard, the length throbbing hot in Olruggio’s palm. But the man one more time let out mocking laugh as his thumb rubbed slowly over the sensitive head, spreading the generous amount of precum that had already leaked from the tip.
“Oh? So you’re actually enjoying this?” he murmured, “Look at you. Already dripping just from being pinned down.”
Qifrey sobbed harder, fresh tears streaming down his face as violent tremors ran through his body. The touch on his cock felt far too sensitive, every slow stroke of Olruggio’s rough thumb sending sharp sparks of unwanted pleasure through him. His thighs shook uncontrollably while broken whimpers escaped his lips.
“Olly… stop… please…” he cried, voice hoarse and trembling. “I can’t— ahhh!”
But Olruggio keep ignored his pleas. He gathered more of the leaking precum onto his fingers, then moved his hand back between Qifrey’s spread cheeks. He smeared the slick fluid over Qifrey’s tight hole, using it as makeshift lube while rubbing the wetness around the puckered entrance.
Without any further warning, Olruggio pushed two thick fingers inside him at once.
"AAHH!"
Qifrey’s entire body seized up. A burning stretch tore through him as the fingers forced their way into his untouched hole. He bit down hard on his lip, desperately trying to hold back the scream that wanted to rip from his throat. The pain was intense, that made his vision blur with tears. His body trembled, muscles clenching hard around the invading fingers as he struggled to adjust.
“Oh, Olly!! It hurts…” he gasped out between sobs, his voice breaking completely. “It hurts… take them out… please…”
But Olruggio only pressed deeper, scissoring his fingers slowly while breathing heavily against his neck, clearly savoring every twitch and sob coming from the man beneath him.
All he did is began to move them with slow thrusts, pushing the two thick digits deeper into Qifrey’s tight heat before dragging them back slightly, only to drive them in again. The wet sounds of his fingers working inside Qifrey’s body filled the quiet room, mixing with the shaky sobs that continued to spill from his lips.
“Olly— stop… I don’t want this…” he whimpered, still trying to resist even as his body remained trapped. Qifrey twisted his hips weakly, attempting to pull away from the invading fingers, his wrists straining uselessly against the strong hand pressed over his chest. Tears kept falling steadily down his flushed cheeks while his legs trembled from the overwhelming sensations.
But every time Olruggio pushed his fingers all the way to the hilt, burying them completely inside him, a moan escaped Qifrey’s throat before he could stop it. The full pressure hit something sensitive inside that made his body react against his will, forcing soft sounds from his mouth.
As Olruggio leaned even closer, his lips brushing against the shell of Qifrey’s ear once more as he whispered in a low voice thick with pleasure.
“Feel that?” he murmured once again on Qifrey's ear, curling his fingers slowly inside the tight channel. “Your hole is sucking my fingers in, so greedy..."
He thrust his fingers deeper again, pressing them to the hilt and holding them there for a moment, making Qifrey moan loudly despite his efforts to stay quiet.
“Mm… Your body knows what it wants even if your mouth keeps lying, Qifrey.” Olruggio continued whispering hotly against his ear, his breath sending shivers down Qifrey’s spine. “This pretty little hole is fluttering around my fingers now, so warm and soft inside… getting slicker just for me.”
Qifrey sobbed harder, his eye squeezed shut as another moan slipped out when Olruggio began pumping his fingers in a steady rhythm. His body trembled violently between resistance and unwanted pleasure, the sensations making his mind spin.
“Olly… please… don’t say those things…” he begged weakly, voice cracking between gasps and moans he couldn’t suppress. “It’s too much… I can’tttt… ahh!”
Olruggio continued his fingers, thrusting them in and out of Qifrey’s tight heat while his body kept the silver-haired witch completely pinned against the desk. His lips stayed pressed close to Qifrey’s ear, hot breath and his sharp beard brushing against it.
“Ahhh—! Olly…! Mmh!"
Qifrey let out a louder, broken moan as Olruggio suddenly pushed a third thick finger inside him alongside the other two. The stretch burned intensely, forcing his walls to open wider than before. His body shuddered hard, his moan echoing shamefully in the quiet room.
Inside, Qifrey’s hole felt impossibly soft and velvety, the warm, slick walls gripping Olruggio’s three fingers so nicely with every thrust, clenching and fluttering around them as if trying to pull them even deeper. The sensation seemed to please Olruggio greatly, drawing another low growl from his chest.
“You feel that, my dear Qifrey?” he whispered again, curling his fingers slowly to drag against those sensitive inner walls. “So soft… like warm wrapped around my fingers. And it grips me so perfect, sucking me in every time I push inside."
"This virgin hole was made to be fucked and bred.”
Qifrey’s face burned. Being held down so helplessly, bent over like this with his body exposed and violated in such an intimate way. He felt degraded, to nothing more than a trembling, moaning mess under Olruggio’s control.
This is… rare.
No matter how much he wanted to fight back or escape, Olruggio’s grip remained impossibly strong — the arm locked around his head and the hand pressed firmly over his chest made any real resistance completely futile.
“Olly… this is… humiliating.” Qifrey sobbed between shaky, uncontrollable moans, his voice hoarse and broken. “Please… I can’t… I can’t take this…” Yet his body continued to betray him, his hole clenching around the three thrusting fingers while his cock leaked steadily onto the stone floor beneath the desk.
Olruggio’s fingers suddenly picked up speed, thrusting in and out of Qifrey’s tight heat with much more force and intensity. The filthy sounds of three thick fingers pumping rapidly into his hole grew louder.
Qifrey’s breath hitched sharply. “Olly…. wait—a-aahh—!”
Then Olruggio curled his fingers and pushed hard against a certain spot deep inside him.
A devastating wave of pleasure crashed through Qifrey’s body. He cried out much louder than before, a high-pitched sob that bordered on a scream as his entire body shuddered with violent. His back arched as much as it could under Olruggio’s weight, thighs trembling uncontrollably.
“Oh… I found it,” his voice low and smug beside Qifrey's ear, as if he had discovered something mildly interesting. "took long enough."
Olruggio immediately began finger-fucking him harder, focusing relentlessly on that same spot. His three fingers slammed into it over and over again with brutal , stroking and pressing against Qifrey’s prostate with every thrust.
Qifrey lost control completely. Uncontrollable moans and sobs spilled from his lips as his body shook. “Olly! Ahh….! Stop! Stop, Olly! what is that spot… ah, godss.. I-its tickling!"
The overwhelming pleasure built rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in his lower belly. His cock throbbed painfully beneath him, leaking onto the floor. The humiliation of being forced to feel this good while bent over and violated pushed him past his limit.
"A-AHH! I-I feel it building too much… like I-Im going to wet myself… it's humiliating, don't make me—aaahhn!!"
With a broken cry, Qifrey came hard.
His whole body convulsed as he squirted untouched, thick ropes of cum spilling from his cock onto the stone floor in messy pulses. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed from the sheer humiliation of cumming without being touched, his hole clenching desperately around Olruggio’s fingers during the orgasm.
"Come on, Qifrey. So, you are a squirter after all."
Even after he finished, Olruggio kept his fingers buried inside for a few more seconds before slowly pulling them out. Qifrey’s velvety walls gripped tightly onto the retreating digits, as if reluctant to let them go, fluttering and sucking around them until the very end. When the three fingers finally slipped free, Qifrey’s hole was left gaping slightly, twitching and open in the cool air, glistening with slick.
"We're only getting started tonight."
While Qifrey remained slumped weakly over the desk, panting and crying softly, his body still trembling from the aftershocks and shame.
After a while, Olruggio pulled his fingers out completely, leaving his hole empty and twitching.
"Hhhh…. Hhhhh."
For a brief moment, only the sound of their heavy breathing filled the room. Then Olruggio shifted behind him, pressing his hips forward.
Qifrey felt it immediately —the thick, burning heat of Olruggio’s hard cock grinding slowly against his bare hip. Even through the fabric of Olruggio’s loose trousers, the sheer size and hardness were unmistakable, pressing heavily against his skin. Qifrey’s eye widened in fresh panic as the reality of what was coming next sank in.
“Olly… wait…” he whispered shakily, voice still hoarse from crying. “What are you… what are you about to do? You can’t— you’re not seriously going to…?!”
Instead of answering, he wrapped his strong arms around Qifrey from behind in a tight, possessive hug. One arm locked around his chest, pulling his upper body up slightly from the desk while the other hand gripped his hip. Olruggio’s broad chest pressed flush against Qifrey’s back as he began grinding more, sliding his massive, clothed erection between Qifrey’s soft inner thighs. While his face is sniffing at the part of Qifrey's neck and shoulder.
The thick length rubbed hotly against the sensitive skin there, trapped between his thighs and brushing teasingly against his still-leaking cock and balls with every slow roll of Olruggio’s hips.
Qifrey’s face STILL burned with deep embarrassment. Being held like this—hugged from behind while Olruggio used his thighs like a toy— made him feel incredibly exposed but exciting in some kind of way. His body trembled in Olruggio’s strong embrace, the torn black turtleneck still clinging to his upper body while everything below remained completely bare and vulnerable.
“Olly… tell me what happened to you… not like this…” he whimpered, fresh tears slipping down his cheeks again. “Please…"
“AH—!! OL—OLLY—!!” Qifrey cried out, his voice cracking into a raw, agonized scream as blood trickled slowly down from the brutal bite mark.
Olruggio just bite him. Again.
Groaned deeply against his neck, licking and sucking at the fresh wound with hunger. His tongue dragged over the broken skin, tasting the warm blood as he continued pushing forward, forcing every thick inch of his cock deeper and deeper. He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed flush against Qifrey’s ass a few times, completely sheathing himself inside the velvety heat.
Qifrey’s body shook violently in his arms, torn between the searing pain in his neck and the overwhelming fullness stretching his insides. Blood continued to flow from the deep bite as Olruggio kept licking it clean, savoring the taste while his cock throbbed hard inside Qifrey’s newly claimed hole.
“Olly… it hurts… it hurts so much…” Qifrey sobbed weakly, voice hoarse and broken, he can't even scream anymore… barely able to form any words.
Olruggio remained buried to the hilt inside him, not moving yet, as if he wanted Qifrey to fully realized the devastating reality of what had just happened. The sheer size of his cock stretched Qifrey’s virgin hole to its absolute limit, creating an overwhelming, almost unbearable feeling of fullness tearing him apart. Every tiny twitch of Olruggio’s length sent fresh sparks of pain and pressure through Qifrey’s insides, his velvety walls fluttering helplessly around the thick intrusion, struggling desperately to accommodate something so impossibly big.
That's also making Qifrey’s whole body shook violently. His fingers clawed frantically at the wooden desk, nails scraping and digging into the surface as he fought to endure the intense sensation of being so completely filled. His breath came in short, panicked gasps while tears poured down his face.
“Olly… Olly, please…” he sobbed brokenly, voice raw and trembling with desperation. “I-I…I feel so full… I can’t… I can’t breathe… Olly… come back to me… stop this…”
He kept calling Olruggio’s name again and again, clinging to the hope that his voice might somehow reach the man he loved and pull him back from whatever darkness had consumed him right now.
But the real Olruggio still doesn't there.
Instead, his hands moved to grip Qifrey’s hips with bruising force, his fingers digging hard into the pale skin just below the hem of the torn black longsleeve shirt that still clung to Qifrey’s upper body. The contrast between the remaining fabric and Qifrey’s completely exposed lower half only heightened the humiliation.
“Stop whining, Qifrey.” Olruggio growled harshly against his ear, voice deep and merciless. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight already, dear. Just take it. Let that greedy hole get used to bein' stuffed full of my cock.”
The cruel words only made Qifrey sob harder, his body trembling around the massive length buried deep inside him. The grip on his hips was iron-tight, holding him perfectly in place so he had no choice but to feel every single inch of Olruggio throbbing within his overstretched walls.
Until Olruggio’s patience finally snapped. With a low, animalistic growl, he tightened his bruising grip on Qifrey’s hips and began to move.
"Ngggah… H-hurts… slo-slow down… Olly…"
He pulled back slowly at first, but the rhythm quickly turned merciless. His hips snapped forward and dragged back in brutal strokes. Sometimes slow and grinding, sometimes fast and punishing. Qifrey’s untrained hole clenched desperately around the thick cock, so tight that Olruggio sometimes struggled to pull out completely. The slick walls hugged and sucked at his length, refusing to let him go, forcing Olruggio to yank back with more force than he intended.
“Fuck… so damn tight, like I thought it will be.” Olruggio hissed through gritted teeth.
When he thrust back in, Qifrey’s hole had tightened again, making every inch a battle. Olruggio had to push forward, forcing his cock in inch by inch with raw power until he was once again buried to the hilt, balls deep inside that resisting heat.
Qifrey’s entire body braced hard against every movement. His knuckles turned white as he clenched both fists tightly on the desk right beside his head and flushed face, pressing them hard into the wooden surface as if trying to anchor himself. His back arched and trembled with every thrust, his torn black longsleeve shirt riding up further on his back while his bare lower body took the full force of Olruggio’s chaotic pounding.
He refused to turn his face backward. He could not bring himself to look at Olruggio — not like this. Seeing the man he loved while being fucked so brutally would shatter what little remained of his dignity. So he kept his head turned to the side, cheek pressed against the desk, white hair scattered messily across the spell papers as broken sobs and whimpers spilled from his lips with every deep thrust.
“Olly… ah—! Slow down… please…” His fists tightened even harder beside his head, nails digging into his own palms as another particularly rough thrust forced a strangled moan out of him. “you’re tearing me apart…”
But Olruggio only drove into him harder, the wet, filthy sound of their joined bodies growing louder as he fought against the vice-like grip of Qifrey’s hole with every chaotic thrust.
Alas, Olruggio looked down at the breathtaking sight beneath him and felt his obsession more consuming than ever before.
His beloved dear darling Qifrey was so beautiful like this.
His white hair clung wetly to his flushed face and neck, strands sticking to sweat-slicked skin like threads of moonlight. Tears and drool mixed together on his porcelain cheek, dripping onto the desk in a shameful mess. The torn black longsleeve shirt still clung desperately to his slender torso, now stained with blood from the deep bite on his nape. That elegant, refined witch who always carried himself with such grace was now bent over his desk like a broken doll, ass raised high and that velvety hole stretched obscenely around his thick cock.
“Olly…” Qifrey kept chanting brokenly between sobs, trembling like a desperate prayer. “Olly… please… Olly…”
Every time Olruggio thrust deep into him, Qifrey’s body jolted hard. He tried so hard to stay quiet, fists clenched white-knuckled beside his head, but broken moans slipped through anyway. His hole fluttered and clenched greedily around Olruggio’s cock, so tight and warm it felt like it was trying to milk him with every movement.
“Olly… ah—! Olly… it’s so hot inside me… Olly…”
Qifrey sounded like a confused whore who didn’t understand his own body anymore. He was still sobbing uncontrollably, yes, tears streaming down his beautiful face, yet his hole had begun to soften and suck him in deeper with every thrust. He didn’t seem to realize that the pain was slowly mixing with unwanted pleasure, or perhaps he refused to accept it. His voice cracked between resistance and surrender, unsure whether he wanted Olruggio to stop or keep ruining him.
"Olly… Olruggio… aahnn!"
Olruggio’s control finally shattered, with a savage snarl, he slammed his hips forward with brutal force. His cock pounded into Qifrey’s overstretched hole in a punishing rhythm. The wet sound of skin slapping violently against skin filled the room as he fucked him like he wanted to break him in half.
His left palm suddenly clamped down hard over Qifrey’s mouth, sealing it shut and muffling his sobs into desperate, choked noises. The rough hand pressed firmly against his lips and nose, cutting off most of his air and leaving him gasping frantically through whatever small gaps remained.
“How about you shut the fuck up for a while,” Olruggio growled viciously against his ear, his voice dripping with mean cruelty. “You don’t get to cry prettily anymore. Just take my cock like the worthless hole you are.”
He thrust even harder, driving his massive length in and out with savage strokes that made Qifrey’s entire body jolt forward against the desk. Each brutal plunge felt like it was scratching and carving up Qifrey’s insides, stretching and abusing his walls so roughly that he knew he would be sore and aching for days.
Qifrey’s eye rolled back, tears streaming down his temples as his mind started to fracture under the overwhelming assault. The lack of proper air combined with the relentless pounding made his head spin. His muffled screams and whimpers vibrated against Olruggio’s palm while his fists stayed clenched uselessly beside his head.
He was surrendering now.
With one final, devastating thrust, Olruggio buried himself as deep as physically possible and came with a long, guttural groan.
“Fuck—!!” he grunted loudly against Qifrey’s ear, voice rough with raw pleasure. “Take it… take every fucking drop, my love…”
His cock pulsed violently inside Qifrey’s ruined hole as thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted deep within him. Pulse after powerful pulse, Olruggio flooded his insides with endless spurts of hot seed, filling him so full that Qifrey could feel his lower belly swelling slightly from the sheer volume. The warmth spread deep inside, coating his abused walls and leaking out around the thick base of Olruggio’s cock with every throb.
“Shit— so fucking good…” Olruggio growled through another deep grunt, hips jerking forward with each fresh spurt. “This hole is mine now… gonna fill you until you’re dripping for days, Qifrey.”
The filthy grunts and possessive words poured directly into Qifrey’s ear once again, each one sounding so raw that it drove Qifrey completely insane with shameful heat. Even through the suffocating palm still clamped over his mouth, even as his body had gone almost entirely limp, those sounds made something deep inside him burn hotter than anything else.
"Hhhmmp! Hmmh…."
Qifrey didn’t care anymore.
His body had gone completely limp beneath Olruggio, arms dangling weakly over the desk, legs trembling. His hole was stretched wide open around the pulsing cock, sore and aching — yet he no longer had the strength or will to resist. Tears, sweat, and drool continued soaking Olruggio’s palm as silent, broken screams vibrated against it, but Qifrey had surrendered entirely to the overwhelming sensation of being pumped full of cum by the man he loved all this time.
After the last heavy spurt of cum had finally emptied into Qifrey’s overflowing hole, the room fell into a heavy, charged silence. Olruggio stayed buried deep inside him, his cock still twitching with aftershocks as thick seed slowly leaked out around his girth, dripping down Qifrey’s trembling thighs onto the stone floor.
Qifrey remained slumped weakly over the desk. His eye stared blankly at the wooden surface, while his mouth hung open, drool flowing freely from the corner of his lips and pooling on the scattered papers beneath his cheek. His mind felt empty — wiped clean by the overwhelming intensity of everything that had just happened. The only thing left was heat, soreness, and the heavy, throbbing presence of Olruggio still deep inside him.
For a long moment, only the sound of their ragged breathing filled the room.
Until Olruggio finally pulling his palm out of Qifrey's mouth.
Then, in a slow, hoarse, barely audible voice, Qifrey try spoke again.
“Olly…” he whispered with voice cracked and exhausted. “Olly… Atleast I want to see you...”
The request hung in the air. Even after being used, even with his hole still stretched wide around Olruggio’s cock and his body marked with bites and bruises, Qifrey still wanted to look at him. His blank, teary eye remained half-lidded, but there was a faint, desperate longing hidden beneath the overwhelming haze.
Then, for a single fleeting moment, something shifted.
Olruggio's eyes — those dark, violent violet orbs — suddenly flickered. The unnatural color drained away, revealing the familiar cool blue that Qifrey had always known. A flash of clarity, of the real Olruggio, surfaced for less than a heartbeat.
But it vanished just as quickly. The dark surged back in, darker and hungrier than before, swallowing any trace of sanity once again.
Without warning, Olruggio pulled out of Qifrey’s leaking hole. In one powerful motion, he flipped the limp body over onto his back, slamming Qifrey down onto the desk so they were finally face to face.
"Olly…"
Qifrey’s head lolled weakly, his long silver hair splayed messily across the wooden surface. His eye was still unfocused, don't know where that glasses of his shattered, cheeks flushed deep red, mouth still hanging open with drool still trailing from his lips. Yet, through all, the corners of his mouth curved into a faint, hazy smile when he's back of seeing the other man.
It was impossible to tell if it was mocking, broken, or simply a expression of surrender. But to Olruggio, it looked like a challenge.
As if Qifrey was silently daring him to ruin him even more.
That small smile ignited something feral inside the possessed witch.
Olruggio’s hand shot forward and wrapped tightly around Qifrey’s slender throat once again, slamming his back harder against the desk as he pinned him down with crushing strength. His fingers dug into the already bruised skin, cutting off Qifrey’s air supply for a second time.
Qifrey let out a broken whimper of pain, his body arching slightly beneath the much stronger man right now. Fresh tears slipped from the corner of his eye as he stared up at Olruggio’s face, still wearing that faint, delirious smile even while being choked.
“Olly…” he breathed hoarsely, voice barely audible under the pressure on his throat.
Olruggio leaned down closer, violet eyes burning with renewed cruel hunger as he positioned himself between Qifrey’s spread legs once more, his still-hard cock pressing insistently against the cum-leaking, ruined hole.
“I want…” Qifrey’s voice came out in a fragile whisper, barely louder than a breath. His arm trembled as he slowly lifted one weak hand, his palm gently landing against Olruggio’s cheek in a touch so soft it almost didn’t belong in this violent night.
“I want you to ruin me more, Olly…”
The moment those words left his lips and his palm touched Olruggio’s face, something flickered across the larger man’s expression. For a brief second, Olruggio’s violet eyes softened, the cruel edge melting into something almost tender, almost like the real Olruggio — the grumpy but deeply caring man Qifrey had fallen for. His brows furrowed slightly, a flash of conflict crossing his features.
But that only makes the possession stronger.
The softness vanished as quickly as it appeared, swallowed once again. Olruggio’s eyes back burned violet as he leaned down, fingers digging in aggressively to hold Qifrey's face in place, forcing their eyes to meet. At the same time, one of his hands shifted slightly, planting firmly on the desk beside Qifrey’s head to brace his weight and keep from crushing the man completely. The position felt strangely more intimate than before — their chests pressed together, faces inches apart, breaths mingling.
"A-ahh…!"
Olruggio thrust back inside him in one smooth, deep stroke with no time.
This time the rhythm was slower but no less intense, each roll of his hips dragging his thick cock through Qifrey’s cum-slick hole. The wet sound of their bodies joining echoed between them as Olruggio fucked him never breaking their eye contact.
“Olly…” Qifrey whimpered that's the only words he can think of right now, tears still slipping from the corners of his eyes even as he stared up at the man above him.
Olruggio’s hands stayed locked on his jaw, thumbs pressing into his cheeks as he continued thrusting deep and intimate, claiming him completely in this vulnerable position. His violet eyes burned with obsession while he watched every flicker of pleasure and pain cross Qifrey’s beautiful face.
Then,
“I think…” Their faces remained inches apart, eyes locked together while the other man’s cock drove deep into his cum-slick, ruined hole again and again.
“I think… I know what has gotten into you, Olly…”
Even through the sensation of being fucked so intimately, Qifrey’s brilliant mind refused to stay silent. His eye, still glassy with tears and pleasure, studied Olruggio’s face with desperate focus. The aggressive way he moved, the savage bites he had left across his neck and shoulders, the unnatural dark violet that consumed his pupils — it all clicked into place.
“That forbidden spell…” Qifrey gasped between thrusts, his body jolting every time Olruggio bottomed out inside him. “A-aahh… o-one I read about years ago… "
"It drags out the host’s darkest desires and makes them lose all sanity until they get what they want."
Olruggio didn’t slow down. He kept pounding into him with powerful strokes, maintaining intense eye contact the entire time. His hands remained locked on Qifrey’s jaw, holding his face steady so he couldn’t look away.
"Right, Olly?"
Qifrey let out a moan before continuing, voice still trembling.
“Why didn’t you just say you wanted me this much, Olly…?” he whispered, a mix of sadness and strange tenderness in his tone. “So… am I your deepest desire?”
The question hung between them as Olruggio continued to fuck him mercilessly. Each brutal thrust made Qifrey’s body arch and tremble beneath him, but the white-haired witch kept staring straight into those violet eyes, searching for any sign, any confirmation of his hypothesis. His hands weakly gripped Olruggio’s shoulders, not to push him away, but to hold on as another deep thrust forced a whimper out of him.
“Tell me…” Qifrey breathed, voice cracking as pleasure and pain mixed dangerously inside him. “Is this what you’ve been hiding all this time? That you want me… like this?”
Olruggio’s only response was a low, dangerous growl. He tightened his grip on Qifrey’s jaw and slammed in harder, as if the words had only fueled the dark magic burning inside him even more.
As if the hypothesis itself had challenged the beast inside him, Olruggio suddenly became rougher than ever before. His hips snapped forward with more and more brutality, pounding into Qifrey’s cum-drenched hole, punishing strokes that made the desk creak and slam against the wall.
His grip on Qifrey’s jaw tightened even harder, fingers digging painfully into the soft skin as he forced their eyes to stay locked together.
Then, Olruggio leaned closer, without warning he spat directly onto Qifrey’s flushed face.
Thick, warm saliva landed across Qifrey’s cheek and lips, slowly dripping down his skin in a humiliating trail.
Qifrey’s eye widened in pure shock, his breath catching in his throat. For a moment, his mind went completely blank. The act was so degrading, so far beyond anything he could have imagined from the man he loved. His face burned with humiliation as Olruggio’s spit continued to slide down his cheek, mixing with his tears and sweat.
But the most insane part — the part that terrified him — was how hot it felt.
A twisted thrill shot straight through Qifrey’s body, making his hole clench violently around Olruggio’s cock. His masochistic awakening hit him like a spell gone wrong. the sheer disrespect, the way Olruggio looked at him like he was nothing but a worthless toy to be used and defiled… it made his spent cock twitch weakly between them again.
But this isn’t Olly… he thought. The real Olruggio would never do something like this to me… even if I begged him on my knees.
Yet here he was — face covered in the other man’s spit, body being brutally fucked, and instead of anger, all he felt was a frightening, shameful heat spreading through his veins.
Olruggio suddenly released Qifrey’s jaw only to crash his mouth against his in a brutal, devouring kiss. At the same time, he grabbed both of Qifrey’s legs and shoved them to spread more, folding the man completely into a deep mating press. Qifrey’s ass raised high off the desk as Olruggio’s body bore down on him, locking them together in the most intimate and overwhelming position yet.
“Mmgh—!” Qifrey moaned helplessly into the kiss as Olruggio immediately began thrusting again.
The new angle allowed his thick cock to drive impossibly deeper, brutally penetrating past Qifrey’s prostate and straight into his colon with every savage stroke. The disgusting schlorp-schlick sounds grew louder and filthier as Olruggio’s length churned the thick load of cum already inside him. Qifrey’s once-virgin hole was now completely swollen, puffy, and gaping obscenely around the pistoning cock. Every time Olruggio pulled back, cum and slick bubbled out from the wrecked entrance in messy strings, only for him to slam back in and force it all deep into Qifrey’s colon again.
Olruggio’s beard scratched roughly against Qifrey’s smooth cheeks as their tongues fought in a chaotic, saliva-drenched battle. His tongue was scorching hot and aggressive, licking deep into Qifrey’s mouth.
Qifrey could barely breathe between the brutal thrusts and the suffocating kiss. His destroyed hole spasmed wildly around the invading cock, the slick, churning sounds growing even lewder as Olruggio fucked straight into his colon over and over.
“Olly—! Ahhn—! Too deep—! Olly!” Qifrey cried out into the kiss, the words immediately swallowed by Olruggio’s hungry mouth. “It’s— it’s reaching so far inside me— ahh—!”
Olruggio only grunted deeply in response, the masculine sound vibrating straight into Qifrey’s mouth as he pounded him harder. “That’s right… scream into my mouth while I rearrange your guts, my dear Qifrey."
The kiss grew even messier, tongues tangling sloppily as Olruggio continued destroying him in the mating press. Qifrey’s body shook violently with every thrust that bullied into his deepest parts, his ruined hole making constant wet, squelching noises as it struggled — and failed — to adapt to the relentless penetration.
“Fuck—! Qifrey—!” Olruggio let out a grunt directly into Qifrey’s mouth as he buried himself to the absolute hilt one final time.
His cock pulsed violently deep inside Qifrey’s colon, flooding him with another massive load of thick, hot cum. Pulse after heavy pulse, Olruggio bred him full again, pumping endless ropes of seed so deep.The warmth spread through his insides like liquid fire, overflowing and leaking messily around the thick base of Olruggio’s cock with every throb.
Qifrey’s mind shattered.
His eye rolled back, unfocused and empty as overwhelming pleasure and pain overloaded every nerve in his body. His tight black longsleeve shirt was now completely soaked through — drenched with sweat, tears, drool, and the constant leakage of cum that had been forced out of his destroyed hole. His entire body glistened with a mixture of their fluids, skin slick and shiny under the dim light of the room.
“Olly… ohhhh.. Olly…” he whimpered weakly, the words barely coherent anymore.
His arms wrapped tightly around Olruggio’s broad back, fingers clawing desperately at the loose white shirt the man still wore. He gripped it so hard that the fabric tore slightly at the shoulder seams, his nails digging into skin beneath as his body convulsed violently with every fresh spurt of cum filling him.
Ater a while, Olruggio’s strong arms wrapped around Qifrey’s frame, trapping him completely in a crushing embrace while he continued to grind deep inside him, making sure every drop stayed buried as deep as possible.
At the same time, Olruggio latched his mouth onto the already bruised and bitten side of Qifrey’s neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin while his cock kept pulsing and breeding him full.
Tears streamed silently down Qifrey’s face as his body trembled uncontrollably in Olruggio’s arms, filled beyond his limits all night.