After Hours (Kyrie)

A single candle lights the dreary chamber as Victor Kyrie sits at his desk with a mortar and pestle. He broods on the events of the evening as he grinds the substance within his dish.

“I don’t understand it…”, he mumbles. “How did that mongrel stop my blow? He shouldn’t have been able to see me, let alone block my punch.”

He pauses in his grinding and leans back in his seat. He looks down into his lap and frowns.

“If you want some of this Scale, you are going to have to do much better than that. Use more tongue and less teeth. How many times have I told you, Harmony?”

A slight gurgle and slurp is heard as Harmony’s head comes up from Kyrie’s lap and she looks into his eyes.

“I’m sorry Victor. I’m still trying to get used to it…”

“Stop making excuses and get back to sucking whore! And how many times must I tell you to call me brother? Suck!”

“Y-y-yes… brother.”, Harmony stammers before wrapping her lips around Kyrie’s dick.

She moves down its’ length slowly, being careful not to graze her teeth so much. Her tongue caresses the underside of his shaft.

“That’s better dear sister, suck it just like that and you can have some of this Scale.”, Kyrie murmurs as he returns to his grinding.

He grows pensive again as his mind returns to the Chimera boy, and Anna-Bell.

“He had to have had some assistance, that’s the only explanation. It wasn’t Anna-Bell, she helped after the fact…”, he begins to speculate aloud. “It had to have been the old man. That worthless peon couldn’t have seen my cloaking spell or block my strengthened punch on his own, even if he does possess magic.”

Again, Kyrie stops his grinding and sets his pestle aside. He reaches over and grabs a small silver spoon. Before dipping the spoon into his mortar, he leans back and closes his eyes.

“That’s it Harmony, keep going… A little more...”

His face scrunches slightly as he lets out a long groan.

“Keep it in your mouth… swallow every drop sister.”, he hisses through his orgasm.

Harmony buries her face in his lap, taking as much of his manhood into her mouth as she can manage as the flood of his seed spurts from his swollen tip. She swallows, gagging slightly from the head of his dick hitting the back of her throat.

“Good girl Harmony. You have earned a little taste of the good stuff.”, Kyrie coos after his climax subsides.

Harmony removes his cock from her mouth and smiles up at him expectantly.

Kyrie dips the silver spoon into the dish with the ground Dragon’s Scale. He brings the spoon to his nose and inhales sharply, snorting the substance into his nasal cavity. A look of mixed pain and ecstasy comes over his face as the Scale begins to burn his sinuses. He lets out a long groan before opening his eyes and looking down at Harmony, his bloodshot eyes regarding her with contempt.

“The weak will always remain weak. That is why you are down there dear sister. I may not have our father’s name, but I do have his blood coursing through my veins. You are a disappointment to the Ashcroft name. So much potential, and yet so little ability. Here you go whore, take your reward and let it help you to become worthy of the Ashcroft name.”

Kyrie dips the spoon into the powdery substance once again and moves it down to his lap. Using his other hand to hold his still hard manhood level, he spreads the Scale along the length of his cock.

“Go ahead and suck it off my dear sweet whore of a sister.”

As the spoon withdraws, Harmony leans forward and takes Kyrie’s entire length into her mouth once again. She slurps and suckles, cleaning every grain of the powder from his phallus.

Victor takes another snuff for himself, groaning loudly as another wave of burning pleasure takes him. He sets the spoon down and grabs a handful of Harmony’s blonde hair. He yanks her head up violently, forcing his manhood out of her mouth and her eyes up to meet his.

“That’s enough of that sister, I think it’s time for something more.”

He stands, dragging Harmony to her feet by her hair. He turns her around and forcibly bends her over his desk. Lifting her skirt, he rips her panties down to expose her incredible buttocks.

Harmony lets out a little whimper which is replaced by a small muffled scream as Kyrie slaps her ass hard while using his other hand to cover her mouth.

“I’ll have none of your whimpering. Don’t pretend you don’t want this, whore. Take it like the good little slut that you are and you will get another taste.”

The tension immediately leaves Harmony’s body at those words. Kyrie, lines himself up and rams his hard dick into Harmony’s anus. She lets out another cry, but quickly stifles herself as Kyrie begins to pump in and out of her tight hole. Soon, her groans and grunts of pain become moans of pleasure as her ass loosens.

“Good girl. Take it.”

Kyrie’s thoughts idly wander back to their previous course as he absent-mindedly reams Harmony’s ass.

‘That mongrel needs to be dealt with. How can I get him?’

These thoughts, and other similar musings continue well into the night, well after he finishes using Harmony for his own needs and kicks her out of his room.

“Ricca… I need to talk to Ricca… She may know something.”, he says aloud to no one before sitting back at his desk and imbibing more of the Scale.