Dark Magick

Having realized it was Andy who’d entered the back room—and subsequently started kissing his throat—Ash was able to regain his composure. Not wanting to suffer the pain of all but being torn apart as his feminine virginity was taken, he tried to push his best friend off him. His efforts were in vain, though, because although he was still stronger than your average female, he wasn’t as strong as normal. And to say that the younger man had seemingly inhuman strength when aroused was a bit of an understatement.

The bassist squeaked even louder when he used his weight to pin him to his bed, the sensation of his erection pressing against his thigh a bit unnerving. What was even more unnerving was the fact that, despite his efforts to the contrary, he could feel his own arousal growing in the form of throbbing and moisture between his thighs.

“A-Andy…p-please, d-don’t do th-this,” he begged, fearing the pain he knew would come from it.

“I know you’ve gotta be horny, Ashie,” the younger man said, gently running his hands up and down his thighs. “There’s no way you’ve gotten off more than once in the last week, and I know it’s gotta be killing you.”

“That doesn’t matter to me,” the bassist snapped. “You’re my best friend!”

“And I’ve thought you were hot for as long as I’ve known you,” Andy purred, gently nipping his earlobe. “If I’d known you’d be even hotter as a woman, I’d have done this a long time ago.”

“Get off me, Andy!” Ash tried shoving him as hard as he could, but without the strength he was used to combined with his current position, it was a futile attempt.

“Uh uh uh, Ashie,” his best friend murmured, gently nuzzling his temple. “I told you I was gonna have to punish you, but you’ll enjoy it. Even if it hurts for a bit, I’ll make sure you find pleasure in losing your feminine virginity. Besides, who would you rather lose it to—one of your best friends, or a random stranger who didn’t care about you?”

When put like that, he realized that the young frontman had a valid point. Still, that didn’t mean he wanted to lose his feminine virginity to Andy, but he stopped trying to fight him. What was the point of putting up a fight against something he knew was going to happen anyway, especially when he had neither the strength, nor leverage, to fight him off? Although he was basically resigned to it at this point, that didn’t mean he wanted this to happen any more now than he had five minutes ago.

The bassist moaned softly and arched his neck as he began to kiss, lick, and nip at his throat, seemingly already knowing exactly where his hot spots were. It didn’t take him long to bite down on a certain spot right below his jaw and start sucking on it, which drew an even louder moan from him as his hips arched up to grind against him.

Andy chuckled and pulled back, smirking at him as he used his weakness against him. His hands continued to travel down his body, pausing to gently tease his breasts before moving lower still. With a squeak of surprise, Ash tried to clamp his legs shut—by instinct or because he really didn’t want this to happen, he didn’t know—as his hand drifted down between them. However, the moment he started thumbing his throbbing clit through his panties and pajama shorts, that was his undoing. He threw his head back and moaned shamelessly, bucking up against his touch in a silent plea for more.

Before he knew it, he was stripped nude and well on his way to an orgasm just from his best friend sucking on his nipples, thumbing his clit, and fingering him harder and faster than he’d fingered himself. His eyes rolled back in his head and, with one last cry of wild abandon, he came harder than he had earlier. He could feel his best friend smirking against his breast as he helped him ride out the orgasm until he fell limp, completely spent.

“Enjoyed that, did you?” he asked, chuckling.

Ashamed though he was to admit it, Ash nodded meekly, barely able to keep his eyes open now.

“I’m glad to hear it. You’ll enjoy what’s to come, though,” the frontman promised.

As he began to shuck his own clothing, this made the bassist tense up in fear all over again. Sure, he’d seen Andy in the nude before, but he’d never feared the size of his cock before because he’d never thought it would enter him. Seeing it now in all its nude glory, standing fully at attention as it trumpeted its desire, scared him senseless.

With soft, soothing words of reassurance, his best friend continued gently caressing him as he crawled over him again. He fit their lips together in a tender kiss, but was soon licking the seam of his lips in a silent plea for entry. Kissing his best friend was just plain awkward for him, but Ash knew it was going to happen just as much as he knew his feminine virginity was about to be history. Resigned to that fact, as well as that there was still nothing he could do to the contrary, he parted his lips and allowed his tongue entry, not expecting to feel like his blood had turned to molten lava.

The younger man fought a battle for dominance with his tongue that he soon won, and by the time he reached away for a condom, the bassist was mindless with need. Even the pain to come couldn’t make him turn Andy away now—or even try to—because, despite what he’d said earlier, he wanted this. No, if he were honest with himself, he needed this before he lost the remains of his sanity.

Still, the pressure of his best friend entering him for the first time was surprising, but so was the gentleness with which he took his feminine virginity. Ash gasped softly into their kiss, wincing as he thrust past that virginal veil deep inside him. He lay there panting for a moment, adjusting to his size as the pain dissipated, and was thankful he’d been given that much. It wasn’t long before he parted their lips enough to nod his head, moaning softly as Andy withdrew and thrust deep once again.

“You like that, Ashie?” he growled, his voice even deeper now than normal.

“Uh…huh!” the bassist answered, nodding jerkily.

“Tell me what you want,” the frontman growled, biting his neck again as he changed his angle in search of that special spot.

“M-more!” he cried, gasping and meeting him thrust-for-thrust.

“More what?” Andy demanded, his thumb hovering over the nub that governed his desire.

“N-need…my c-clit…th-thumbed!” he gasped, crying out even louder when his begging was answered with exactly what he needed. “O-oh!”

“Mmm… You like that, huh?” his best friend asked, groaning as he clamped down on him.

“Uh…h-huh,” Ash answered, nodding jerkily again. “M-more! P-please!”

“With a rebel yell, she cried ‘more, more, more’,” the younger man sang brokenly, chuckling.

Even thought its meaning wasn’t lost on him by any means, he couldn’t answer, even if he’d wanted to. The pleasure was slowly building so that all he could bring himself to do was wrap his arms and legs around him tightly, dragging his head down for another kiss as he continued working his magick. It was about that time that he became aware of him actually using his magick to make the pleasure that much better for him.

In just a few minutes’ time, the bassist clamped down on Andy’s masculine intrusion one last time, almost painfully so, before his dam broke once again. He gave a shrill scream of his name as his inner muscles began to squeeze him in a deliciously torturous way. His eyes rolled back in his head and he was barely aware of the younger man thrusting in deep with a hoarse cry of his own. Only the throbbing of his cock inside him told him that he’d reached that same peak, that he was filling the condom he wore with his spunk, before he collapsed atop him.

Bearing his best friend’s weight was nothing he couldn’t handle as he caught his breath and regained his senses. Ash sighed softly and gently rubbed his foot up and down his leg from ass to ankle, earning a soft groan and another spurt of his seed before he went completely limp, a sweaty, panting mess.

Soon after, Andy managed to push himself up from where he lay atop him protectively and possessively, gently withdrawing completely as he rolled aside. The bassist whimpered and moaned softly, having grown so used to having him inside him that he now didn’t want him to leave. His best friend chuckled softly and removed the condom, which he disposed of before leaving the bunk for something. With his eyes now closed, he didn’t see him return with a wet rag in his hand.

“Oh!” Ash gasped, his eyes flying open and his thighs clamping shut as he felt something cold press against the heart of his new femininity.

“Shhh, Ashie,” the frontman murmured softly, gently parting his legs again. “I just figured I’d clean you up a bit.”

Confused, he just cocked a brow at him.

“Well, if I were you—or any other newly-deflowered woman—I wouldn’t wanna go to bed with blood all over me,” Andy chuckled.

Blood suffused his cheeks in a bright red blush as he caught his meaning, but he allowed him to gently wipe him as clean as he could.

“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” he told him, gently kissing his forehead.

“Mmm hmm,” the bassist hummed, still blushing slightly.

“So I didn’t hurt you too badly?” his best friend asked, sounding a bit worried.

“Not really,” he answered, shaking his head. “I thought it’d feel like I was being split in two, but the pain I felt at first was minimal, to say the least.”

“Well, that’s what I was hoping for,” Andy told him, now pulling his panties back up his legs. “Yeah, I was using it as a way of punishing you for telling Jinxx what I admitted, but I didn’t wanna hurt you too badly.”

“I hope you realize that if I hadn’t wanted it more than I was letting on, I could easily press rape charges on you,” he said, taking on a serious tone.

“You really think that thought didn’t cross my mind already?” the frontman chuckled, cuddling up beside him now that they were both dressed.

Not knowing what he’d been thinking, Ash just laid there silently, his head resting on his chest as his arms and legs wound around him to hold him close.

“Trust me, it crossed my mind several times the last couple hours. However, I know how you are.” His best friend gave him a pointed look. “Sooner or later, you’d have been begging one of us—or some other band member or random stranger—for what I just gave you because jilling off wouldn’t be enough.”

“I guess you’ve got a point there,” the bassist conceded.

“And like I told you earlier, who would you’ve rathered take your feminine virginity? Your best friend, who loves and cares about you, if only in his own twisted way, or some random stranger who didn’t?” Andy asked.

“Truth be told, I’d rather it have been you or one of the other guys,” he admitted, blushing furiously. “I wouldn’t have trusted anyone else not to hurt me.”

“I figured you’d see it that way,” the young frontman chuckled, gently kissing his temple. “Now, let’s get some sleep. It’s been a long day for me, and even if you haven’t done much but laze around, I’m sure it has for you, too.”

Nodding his agreement, Ash cuddled closer to his warm, lean body as he pulled the covers over them. When he’d first come back here and pinned him to the bed with the intent of taking his feminine virginity, he hadn’t expected him to stay afterward. He’d thought it was going to be a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of thing, used only for getting him back for telling Jinxx what’d happened.

Seeing as it’d been such a long day for both of them, it wasn’t long before the bassist’s exhaustion finally caught up with him. He sighed softly as he fell asleep with his head on Andy’s chest, his heartbeat a soothing lullaby, and smiled in his sleep. His best friend gave him a tired smile of his own, gently kissing his temple again, as he wrapped his arms around him even tighter. He soon followed him into Dreamland with his best friend wrapped tightly in his embrace, not caring what the morning would bring.

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