Clipped (The Clipped Saga Book 1)

by Devon McCormack

  “Careful, careful.” Treycore wrapped an arm around Kid's chest and pulled him back until his shoulder blades pressed against Treycore's chest.

  Kid’s body convulsed, and his pec and ab muscles twitched.

  Stop fighting him! he yelled at his body. I need this.

  Treycore kissed the back of his neck.

  “You have to be careful.” His hot breath rushed against the back of Kid's ear. Kid whipped his head around and planted another kiss on Treycore's lips. Treycore pulled his arm up from Kid's chest and locked it around his neck. He pushed his hips forward, not managing to get his cock any farther in.

  Kid cringed. He pulled back and screamed out again. “Fuck!”

  Treycore pecked Kid's shoulder and rubbed his nose against Kid's neck. Kid gripped his hands onto the arm Treycore had around his neck and squeezed as he tried to distract himself from the intense, swelling pain inside him. He hoped the distraction would lessen his body’s struggle.

  Treycore took deep, heavy breaths. Kid's abdomen rose and fell in frenzied spams. As Kid's breathing steadied, Treycore pulled his ass back, his cock steadily moving out. He pushed back in.

  Kid's breathing became even more spastic. His survival mode took control again. He ripped Treycore's arm away from his neck and scurried to get away. Treycore crawled on his knees to keep up with him.

  Kid came to a tree trunk. He pressed his hands against it as he struggled to endure the pain.

  You can take it! Just take it!

  Treycore put his hand back at Kid's shoulder, massaging lightly. He pulled his ass back, letting his cock slide out slightly, giving Kid that same sweet relief. Kid wrapped his arms around the tree trunk. His chest and cheek scraped along the rough bark.

  A vine crawling around the tree touched just above his abs.

  Treycore released Kid's shoulder, grabbed the vine, and pulled it back. The vine clung to the tree. Blue veins bulged out of Treycore's bicep and forearm. His neck tensed. He ground his teeth.

  RIP! RIP!

  Kid worried that the sound might have been coming from his ass, but as the vine's clinging roots snapped, releasing the vine from the trunk, he was assured this was not the case.

  A few pulls and a quick yank and several feet of the vine were loose.

  Treycore grabbed Kid by his hair and tugged. Kid released the trunk and fell back so his shoulder blades pressed up against Treycore's chest. Treycore secured the vine around Kid's neck, as if keeping Kid as his prisoner.

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” Kid said, throwing his head back. He let his hands fall behind him and rested them on Treycore's love handles. Treycore grabbed his hands and forced them to the base of Kid’s back, putting one wrist over the other. He held them in place with one hand, and with his other, he snatched a long, dangling tendril off the vine and tied Kid's wrists together. He accidentally slid farther into Kid.

  “Ah!” Kid cried. But Treycore’s slave reveled in his bindings. “Fuck me!” he begged.

  Treycore slid his cock in and out very slightly, very quickly.

  Kid struggled wildly about, fighting the vine and tendril, both of which were too strong for him to free himself. Treycore hadn't even put in a quarter of his cock yet, but it was nearly unbearable.

  He was glad he couldn’t get free. It would keep his body from fighting. “Godfuckingdammit!”

  Treycore continued pressing in and pulling out. Kid could feel the flesh in his ass tearing. He knew Treycore's pre-come wasn't providing him with enough lubrication, but he didn't want it to stop. He tensed his wrists against the vine's tendril and leaned forward so the vine constricted around his throat—another desperate attempt at distracting himself from the pain Treycore was putting him through—the pain that a part of him kept reminding him was too much for any mortal to handle.

  Treycore's hand caressed across Kid's thigh, then up to his navel and across his torso. He grunted into Kid's ear. His ass rocked steadily back and forth with subtle precision.

  Kid's cock was flaccid. The pain was just too much for him to stay aroused, but despite appearances, the whole situation was deeply gratifying and the intense, trembling pain that surged through him was delicious. He wanted to reach around and touch Treycore. He wanted Treycore to kiss him. He wanted to feel Treycore's hands all over him. Despite how impossible he knew it was, he wanted even more of Treycore inside him. His longing for more was intense, but he was going to have to be satisfied with what he was getting.

  Red streaks streamed down Treycore's shaft. He pushed in and came back out, the blood covering his cock as droplets dripped from Kid's hole.

  Kid leaned farther forward. The vine constricted even more around his neck. His face was dark red. The veins exposed above and below the vine were bloated. He made a constant wheezing sound as Treycore continued pleasuring himself in his ass.

  Treycore's hand made its way to Kid's nipple. He gripped onto it with his thumb and index finger and moved them together, as if he was turning a screw. His pelvic thrusts became even quicker.

  Kid's eyes rolled back. He was seeing spots again—large, circular spots.

  “Oh!” Treycore moaned, his movements becoming even quicker and more intense. “Oh, yeah!” He released Kid's nipple and wrapped his arm around his chest. He wrapped his other arm around Kid's lower torso. He wiggled his shaft in what felt like farther than he’d been able to before, though Kid was sure he still hadn’t taken more than a few inches.

  Kid tried to scream again but he just started choking. He couldn't breathe. He was really choking.

  Please don't let me die, he thought, wishing he could communicate that to Treycore.

  Treycore leaned so that his mouth ran along Kid's cheek. His hot breath pressed against Kid's burning, red flesh.

  I'm gonna die.

  Treycore sped up even more. His hand moved up to Kid's neck. His fingers slipped between the vine and his neck as he held on for support.

  It strangled Kid even more.

  Yes!

  “Yes! Oh, yes!” Treycore cried.

  Despite Kid's unbearable suffocation and the throbbing in his ass, his body wasn’t fighting anymore. He was delirious, lost in a blissful rapture that delighted in the experience, unable to feel any pain at all.

  Rushes of sensation stirred through his limbs. He shivered in ecstasy.

  Kid heared a sound and glanced over his shoulder, seeing white feathers erupted behind Treycore, fanning out on either side of him. He closed his eyes and grunted as his shaft shifted only slightly farther within Kid.

  The back of Kid's skull felt like it was about to pop off, and Kid knew he didn't have but a few moments of consciousness left.

  If this was how he was going to die, he was satisfied. The spots blurred together, transforming his vision into a bluish-green blob.

  “Oh…oh…” Treycore moaned. His cock swelled inside Kid's ass. He ripped at the vine around Kid's neck. It snapped.

  Kid fell forward. He gasped desperately for air. His arm scraped across the side of the trunk, and his face plowed into the ground.

  Treycore followed right behind, continuing to ride him. His body convulsed.

  “Ah. Ah.”

  Even though his cock moved deeper, Kid knew it had to have still been just a fraction…maybe four inches max…that was inside him. That was as much as was physically possible.

  Kid felt the sharp, intense pain, but his body was too busy re-stimulating his lungs for him to be able to scream. It was a horrifying feeling, but something about it sent his mind reeling with delight.

  Streaks of white rushed over Treycore's reddened cock. His milk-white, immortal load spewed out of the edges between his cock and Kid's hole. It slid down to the pubes on Kid's balls and dripped onto the jungle floor.

  Chapter Eight

  “You sure we can trust this guy?” Kinzer asked.

  “I’m sure,” Dedrus replied.

  They sat at a table in a cafe.

  In a corner booth, a few teens flipped thro
ugh comics. A woman at a table stacked with interior design magazines fussed at her stroller-bound infant as she picked its pacifier up off the floor. Several homeless people, with carts and bags, slept in cushioned chairs. A girl who couldn’t have been more than seventeen bustled behind the counter, running between baked goods and the espresso machine.

  “Dedrus,” Kinzer said, “someone ratted me and Janka out. It could’ve been anyone. Maybe even Fie.”

  He sipped from a white coffee mug.

  “I know we can’t trust everyone, but between the Raze being after us and us having the Anti—”

  “Could you keep it down?”

  Dedrus lowered his voice. “We have…” He eyed Maggie. She stood in the adjoining bookstore, between two aisles of magazines, flipping through a copy of Vogue.

  “That’s an even better reason to keep our fucking mouths shut.”

  “We just won’t mention her, okay?”

  A woman in her seventies, trembling with a walker, made her way through the café. She approached their table.

  “Freddie,” she said to Dedrus in a scratchy smoker voice. “Those bathrooms are disgusting. Will you help me, dearie?”

  “Of course, grams.” Dedrus hopped out of his chair and helped the crone into the chair beside Kinzer.

  Fie’s gift was shifting, so his misleading appearance didn’t surprise Kinzer. However, it was an unpleasant-looking disguise. The crone’s face was as wrinkly as crumpled aluminum foil. Scattered around the wrinkles were moles and warts of varying sizes. She wore a muumuu of a dress that did nothing to suggest the sort of figure that Fie’d shaped into.

  Fie positioned his crone-form in the chair. “Oh, thank you,” he said. He leaned toward Dedrus. “Okay, seriously, what’s he doing here?”

  Kinzer assumed that when Fie had finally returned his call, Dedrus had told him about what had happened to him and Janka.

  “He’s trying to help,” Dedrus said.

  “Considering what happened to Janka, I don’t think it’s a good idea to trust him.”

  “I lost my wings, too,” Kinzer said.

  “Could be a diversion. Convince us you’re still one of us. You never—” Fie held up a shriveled finger. He turned and pushed out a phlegm-filled cough. “Oh, lordie!” he proclaimed, still in the scratchy, smoker voice.

  “We need,” Dedrus said, “a place to hide out.”

  “I can’t help you.” He wheezed, struggling to move phlegm out of the crone’s windpipe.

  “What? Why not?”

  “Everything’s gone to shit. After you told me about Janka and Kinzer, I tried to warn Donna and Krimson. Can’t get ahold of them. As far as I know, they’re off the grid. They’re my contacts to all my resources.”

  “I couldn’t get ahold of them, either,” Dedrus said.

  Bad news, Kinzer thought.

  Based on what had happened the night before, he doubted they’d been warned, and it was likely that the Raze had gotten to them.

  “The Raze came to our house,” Dedrus said. “Tried to kill us.”

  “It’s a fucking bloodbath,” Fie said. “All bets are off. Just get your asses hidden and wait for this shit to blow over.”

  “Where?” Dedrus asked.

  “Fuck if I know. I got to cover my own ass.”

  “Listen,” Kinzer said. “This is bigger than the Raze infiltrators being outed.”

  Fie followed Kinzer’s glance as he looked to the magazine stand in the bookstore.

  Maggie rested a magazine on her bloated belly. She looked to a few racks away. A blond kid, on his knees, pulled stacks of crossword puzzle magazines off the rack and set them beside him. She smirked.

  Fie fell into a fit of coughs. “Shit…that’s…not…” he said, struggling to push the words through phlegm-filled spams.

  Dedrus nodded.

  “Oh, fuck. This is worse than I thought.” He balled his hands into fists. “Okay. I’ve got a place in the mountains that I was planning to go to. I’ll head back to my place now and get some—” He stopped. His mouth hung open.

  Kinzer looked to see what had distracted him. Through the cafe window, Craetis walked down the sidewalk.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kinzer said.

  He scanned the scene. His eyes flashed to the adjoining bookstore. Just a few yards behind Maggie, Mika skimmed through a book on a rack labeled “Paperback Bestsellers.” He pursed his lips. The dip in them became even more defined.

  “We have to get her out of here,” Dedrus said.

  As Craetis approached the cafe door, a man, who’d just let his family out, politely waved him in.

  “Thank you,” Craetis said, glancing over the cafe patrons as the door shut behind him.

  Kinzer stared at Maggie.

  Look up, he thought. Come on, bitch. Look up!

  Maggie flipped to a page in her magazine. She tucked her thumbnail between her teeth and arched her back.

  Fie, still in crone-form, shook as he got on his feet.

  Dedrus rose, pushing the walker toward him. “What are you gonna do?” he asked.

  “I’ll distract them,” Fie replied. “You guys just get her the fuck out of here.”

  Look up! Kinzer continued thinking at Maggie, wishing his gift had been telepathy.

  Maggie’s glance flitted from her magazine to the table where Kinzer was. As she saw Kinzer staring her down with a penetrating, deliberate stare, she stared back, as if waiting to receive a psychic message. His eyes shifted to behind her, and she followed his line of sight slowly, cautiously, until she saw Mika tucking a paperback on the rack behind her.

  She turned back to Kinzer, shrugging ever so slightly, as if saying, “What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

  Kinzer threw his glance to the bookshelves on the other side of the magazine aisle.

  Tucking the copy of the fashion magazine under her arm, she speed walked toward the cafe, slipping around the magazine stand and turning down the row of bookshelves. She was out of Mika’s view. Unfortunately, she was also out of Kinzer’s.

  “Well, well,” Craetis said, approaching Dedrus and Kinzer’s table. “Funny running into you here.”

  “New leg?” Dedrus asked.

  “Like it? You can thank Vera. She made a few deals. Got us some new limbs.”

  “I’ll bet she did. So how did you find us?”

  “A little birdie.”

  That rat, Kinzer thought. He knew Fie couldn’t be trusted. No wonder he was so eager to get away.

  “Where’s the girl?” a voice asked. Vera was suddenly sitting in Fie’s seat.

  She’d changed her look dramatically, sporting wavy, light brown hair that fell just past her shoulders. She also had a new arm, subtly showing off a manicure as she massaged her new fingers against the table. She wore an elegant, yet plain, beige dress with matching platform shoes. A string of pearls dropped to her bust. For Vera, it was a very modest look, likely because she was trying to blend in with the average mortals that surrounded her.

  “Hidden,” Kinzer said, “somewhere you’ll never find her.”

  “Oh, I doubt that,” Vera replied. “Try that clever act all you want, but I don’t believe for a second that you’re able to just tuck her away somewhere safely. Whom would you turn to? Certainly not Donna or Krimson. Certainly not Janka.”

  The mention of Janka’s name sent waves of heat rushing to Kinzer’s face.

  “Leave him alone!” Kinzer had cried out. “It's me. I'm the one you want.”

  Craetis undid the ropes binding Janka and removed his gag.

  “Oh no,” Veylo said. The back of his almond-colored hair waved down to his shoulders, his bangs just barely passing his nose. He had a wide forehead that cut sharply as his eyes collapsed into his skull, enabling the overhanging lights to obscure them in sharp shadows.

  Veylo ran his thumb across the sword he held. It was Kinzer’s sword. “We've discovered that both of you have been doing a little reconnaissance for the Leader, and I'm afraid
we can't have traitors like yourselves believing that we will let these sorts of transgressions go unpunished.”

  Mika grabbed a cluster of feathers on Kinzer's wing and yanked them out.

  Blood rushed down Kinzer’s back.

  Deter did the same with the other wing.

  Kinzer ground his teeth, feeling the intense sting.

  “Are you ready to watch the one you love die?” Veylo asked.

  Janka moaned as he writhed about. Craetis grabbed Janka by his button-up collar and punched him in the face.

  “Stop it!” Kinzer cried. Mika and Deter continued plucking his feathers. The pain was so intense, like someone was setting fire to him or stabbing knives into his back.

  But that wasn't his concern.

  Craetis slammed his fist into Janka's face again and again and again.

  “Touchy subject?” Vera mocked, dragging Kinzer’s thoughts back to the present.

  Kinzer’s attention flitted to the adjoining bookstore as he scanned to make sure Maggie was out of sight. Her round belly caught his attention. She was heading up a flight of stairs to the second floor of the store, the fashion magazine tucked close.

  What are you fucking doing? Kinzer thought.

  Mika, who’d abandoned the paperbacks, paced by a series of spinner racks filled with bookmarks and mini gift-books. His gaze wandered until he glanced up the stairs and froze. The usual M in his lips thinned across a smile. He walked toward the steps, taking his sweet time.

  Vera followed Kinzer’s stare. She smirked. “Somewhere we’ll never find her?” she asked. “The romance section, perhaps?”

  Kinzer flashed Dedrus a knowing glare.

  They swept under the table, snatching up their swords, which had been resting at their feet, disguised in brown packaging paper. They ripped the paper apart.

  Kinzer sliced at Vera. “Tapping out,” she said with a wink. She disappeared.

  Kinzer whipped around. Deter was behind him, his sword jabbing at him.

  Kinzer twisted his sword around, blocking the attack.

  Dedrus slashed at Craetis, who grabbed a chair and used it as a shield. Dedrus’s sword cut right through it.

  Their movements were so quick, it took the cafe patrons a moment to realize what was going on. When they finally did, they stirred with panic. The woman with the strollered baby hopped out of her chair and hurried across the cafe. The teens with the comics watched in shock and horror, but couldn’t seem to pull their attention from the spectacle. The homeless sleepers roused, full of bewilderment as they rushed to their feet and scurried for the door, like a light flicking on in a cockroach-infested apartment.