The Suicide King Volume 2 by Quil Carter

It was kind of the same transformation I had seen in Jade. I had to give that kid credit, he was a twink and a bit of a ditz, but there was no mistaking he was a chimera. Kiki had Killian’s Killi whistle around his neck in case he saw something he wouldn’t have to blow it hard to alert me. None of us were expecting to see anyone but I felt better having another pair of eyes on the lookout. He was leaning against the painted black frame looking into the northern greywastes to make sure we were alone. Being pulled in an old metal trailer behind the quad, was Kiki. I nudged Killian and he shifted to the left so I could check over my shoulder. Oh, I was going to fuck Nero until his intestines came out of his ass, and then maybe I would make Ceph suck out the rest of them. I don’t think I had ever felt this much euphoria, or maybe it was just my own bloodlust taking on a different form. I felt so happy I knew if I let go of the handles of the quad I would float away. He’d get one opportunity to show me just how sick he could be, but just one. That would be his only taste of sadism, because after that I would be removing that implant and bringing him back to the Killian I had fallen in love with. My mind was a creative playground that only I was allowed to play in, sometimes Reno, but this time I was going to bring this formerly submissive and polite little blond kid to my dark side.

One that would have made any normal person cringe and turn away like they were gazing upon an abomination of the world, because no one in their right mind would be happy about the sick things I had planned for Nero, and his husband.Īnd this time – Killian would be right beside me, right beside me and hopefully adding onto the sick, disgusting ideas that I would come up with during my time with Nero. No, maybe there was happiness in that, but it was a sadistic happiness that could only be drawn up and nurtured by me.

The Suicide King Volume 2 by Quil Carter