Papa Nightmare? [Nightkiller] [English Version]

CHAP 2

Narrator:

Our friend Killer had no escape, he was cornered by his Boss and nobody would be in the castle until the next day 'Terrible day to be cornered' was the only thing he could think before he felt Nightmare's breath close to his neck.

The taller one started kissing Killer's neck slowly grabbing his chin and moving it to one side to start sinking his fangs, a small snarl was heard that became a moan trying to be held back by the shorter one.

Killer's cheekbones were totally reddish making him look like a complete tomato, it didn't take long for him to show an angry expression for being bitten, although Nightmare didn't care much and just looked at him mockingly following in what he was doing.

He concentrated on putting his bony hands under the shortest's clothes listening to slight gasps from Killer who was trying to cover them by biting his lower lip. The castle was empty but he wouldn't give him the luxury of hearing him moan out loud.

Killer had to find a way to escape and for that he had to distract him in some way, despite the situation he was in he wanted to keep his virginity intact, which would be impossible in the state he was in.

Nightmare explored every part of Killer's body, starting with his ribs and slowly working his way down to a point where he stopped.

"Oh? I didn't think a few touches would cause your ecto body to form" Nightmare whispered where the other's ear was supposed to be.

If Killer could blush more than he was, he would, it was impossible to describe how embarrassed he was to hear Nightmare's words, this had hit his pride and he would defend what little he had left, bending his knee starting to rub against the crotch of the tallest, exerting pressure as he did so.

"I could say the same for you-" he paused to wrap his arms around Nightmare's neck ending in a flirtatious whisper "Nighty~"

With the words that the one with black eye sockets released, he had made the opponent's self-control go to waste by taking Killer's chin and breaking the silence listening to a

*Clank*

Nightmare had joined Killer's lips with his in a clash of teeth without ending there, he proceeded to caress his submissive's hips, making him open his mouth on impulse, sticking his tongue into his opponent mouth. What should have been a simple tongue kiss began to build in intensity forming a struggle for control that Nightmare ended up winning.

Who could blame Killer for losing? the truth is that his opponent was so good at kissing that he couldn't help but feel his mouth melt if it wasn't for the lack of air he probably would have fainted from the start.

While Killer was still stunned by the kiss, Nightmare took the opportunity to grab his hands by the hips of the shorter to lift him up and place him on top of the desk, taking everything to the floor. Paperwork, the pen he wrote with and spare parts for it were scattered on the floor, even his favorite mug, though the loss of it didn't matter at the moment.

Hearing the noise of things falling, Killer woke up from his trance as Nightmare began to concentrate on removing his clothes, from which the shorter couldn't help but stare at his Boss's body, noticing how well formed he was.

After finishing taking off his clothes, he continued with Killer who tried to stop him, causing him to get angry by ripping his clothes in one blow, he thought it was a nuisance having to deal with the opponent's resistance, so he used one of its tentacles to immobilize its hands.

To start his fun, Nightmare showed him three fingers placing them in the mouth of the shortest.

Killer's POV: