Chapter 11: An Unquenchable Dark Desire

Living Quarters, The Hampshire University, Hapsford, England...(1654)...

 Another series of heated kisses had only seemed to intensify the rather unseemly pull between the Italian noble son Athan Accardi and the handsome young Englishman Byron Mills. The bold and rather handsome Englishman had smiled as he lay between the soft crisp white sheets that lined Athan's bed spreading his slender pale legs wide as he swiftly gripped his smaller pale cock stroking it slowly as he stared hungrily into Athan's hazel eyes and slowly slid his second hand beneath his bare pale arse and pushed the index finger of his free hand sloshing about the thick hot seed that Athan had spilled inside his rectum during their previous act upon Athan's initial awakening. The pungent scent of sex and sweat filled the bedchambers as Athan Accardi watched in rapt fascination as his newest lover who had also been the elder twin brother of his current love interest stuff said index finger inside himself as he stroked his cock with his pale legs spread wide moaning in the wake of playing in Athan's left over seed as he stroked his rather plump but still small cock as his lover watched unable to take his dark eyes off him and his movements.

The actions of Byron and his moans had gotten the better of Athan who had crawled over toward the rather naughty Englishman and pushed him down onto the bed while lining up his sizeable cock, leaking from all the excitement previous and current to the entrance of Byron's already slick pale arse. The handsome Byron simply moaned and winked as Athan's massive cock head split his arse in two as he rammed himself inside making them both groan in the wake of the newfound friction as Athan towered above Byron thrusting his hips and angling his thick cock just as Byron liked it.

The handsome witty blond moaned as he gripped his cock tighter stroking it hard and fast before feeling his testicle churn and his hot release splatter across both their bellies Athan seemed to only grow all the more excited as he pounded the Englishman's rectum with reckless abandon loving the feel of the heat and the clenching around his thick appendage as if he'd been any other tight woman given to his rough pumping. Byron closed his eyes and moaned before letting out a series of gasps in the wake of feeling Athan's thick cock stretch him as their act got further underway. The sensual heat between them only intensified as the charming and witty Englishman Byron slowly began to succumb to the pummeling of his tight pale arse in the wake of his newest lover's aggressive thrusts inside him.

Athan groaned as he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth feeling his already sizeable cock seem to expand inside Byron's tight pale arse as he pumped into it, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing amid their wild and brazen act. The beating of the thick oak wooden headboard against the wall had also echoed inside their living quarters as Athan's pale back flexed along with his exposed pale arse between Byron's pasty thighs as he held him folded with his knees in the air and pounded his rectum indefinitely.

The sensation had taken him back to his time in the old church with the rotund wolf in sheep's clothing. His fat round bare arse cheeks always smacked loudly whenever Athan's thick cock had been wedged between them. As much as he hated the sick freak for turning him on after suckling his cock and making him hard enough to fuck him, he'd been unable to hide the fact that his first sexual encounter had been his thick cock shoved into the tight confines of the bastard's tight warm rectum making him all the more hard as he tried his best not to give in to his ever creeping desire to thrust into the bare arse that beckoned his cockhead.

He could barely hold back then, his treacherous cock so desperate to be clenched by tightness that he had been unable to ignore how good it felt, bare and unleashed inside the rotund pale arse that bounced on top of it desperate for his release as the moans of the sick bastard that ruined his innocence tainted any aspect of sexual pleasure for him. Athan had never taken the false priest's cock, although it was later revealed that he'd stuck it in Vincenzo's arse when he'd been young as he'd been fascinated with how large Athan's cock had been despite his young age.

Athan had been violated in that regard only by the false priest's index finger as a means of stimulating his thick cock to hardness as he rubbed the young lad's prostate for the sake of the priest sucking him off before he was old enough to sustain an erection. Athan couldn't help it in those days his thick young cock had been unruly and the priest's lust for him unquenchable. It seemed to be left over from that time as Athan felt his already thick cock swell in reaction to the rather sly and witty Byron's finger sliding inside his rectum and pressing along his prostate Athan gasped recalling how the false priest worked him up into a frenzy just to ride his cock when he'd been younger.

Athan had been so preoccupied with his visions of the past and the sensation of the finger pressed against his prostate that he had forgotten all about how deeply he'd been drilling his thick cock inside Byron's pale arse in the present time. When he looked down at the handsome Englishman, he'd noticed the tears that cascaded down his pale cheeks and the look of absolute bliss that filed across his face as he arched his back into Athan's deep thrusts moaning and clawing at the bed as he took him hard and fast.

"Fuck..." hissed Byron given another round of his release as Athan drilled him further. "I think I'm in love with your cock handsome."

Athan groaned as he felt the first onset of his release as he once more filled Byron's tight pale arse with his thick hot seed.

Byron moaned again panting as sweat drenched him and Athan both. The handsome Italian noble heavily panted against Byron's bare sweat slick chest as he slowly pumped in and out of him kissing his lips frantically as the sensation of bliss filled him. Byron smirked and stroked Athan's face with his slick hand kissing his lips and moaning into them as Athan continued to thrust into his tight pale arse.

"I believe I enjoy fucking you off above all others," admitted Byron with a sad sigh.

"Yeah?" asked Athan meeting Byron's heated and loving gaze. "I highly doubt Julia would approve."

"Fuck Julia, she's a wanton whore and it's high time you know it," replied Byron annoyed for an instant. "Everyone knows she's been sleeping around ever since you'd gone and broken her in."

Athan arched a brow at this.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" he asked in perfect English despite his accent being thick Italian.

"It means, my handsome Italian Paramour, that my bitch of a baby sister isn't worthy to have ownership of such a magnificent cock as yours, as she's spreading her legs to any just because she's got the notion," replied Byron. "I have wanted you and your thick cock ever since you strolled into our country and she gets it only to squander such a precious experience by taking on all comers, what a waste...she doesn't deserve you and you shouldn't have to limit yourself on her account."

Athan did not know what to say. He had little room to judge Julia based on his romps with her best friend and brother but she had been well aware of his romps with Rita as she invited her to experience his cock on her own accord. As for his romps with Byron, he seemed quite conflicted about them but unable to act as though he had not enjoyed them most of all.

In truth, he had thoroughly enjoyed being with both twins and Rita alike given that the two women had been the first experience he'd ever had with women and Byron's arse had brought back memories and hard truths about his time with the wolf in sheep's clothing. Try as he might to live as his dearly departed mother had intended, Athan had been given to the indulgence of pleasure and pleasure alone. From food and drink to his choice of bedmate, so long had he been reduced to shame and denial that he'd finally grown rather sick of it. The impossible odds and aspect of living as the pious do, as his mother had all the while being forced to give pleasure to a so-called man of the cloth while he felt only shame and degradation.

Athan groaned as he felt his thick cock harden all over again getting Byron's attention as he kissed his lips and began thrusting inside his bare pale arse once more not at all giving thought to the thick hot seed already spilled inside leaking amid the bedding as Byron moaned into his kiss delighted that Athan had been as eager for him as he'd been for Athan.

"Fuck me." whimpered Byron as Athan went out of his way to oblige the moaning charming blond Englishman who had awakened the carnal desires long dormant in him since the death of the false priest and his mother.

Athan groaned as he closed his eyes pushing back all that his mother Antonia had opted to teach him, the vision of disappointment that filed across her pale face as he embraced the dark carnal needs of his desires given to him by the wolf in sheep's clothing as he thrust his thick cock deeper inside the whimpering Byron Mills. He would never be the man she had wanted him to be and he'd been fine with it. All his attempts to be so had been washed away with the heights of pleasure and he indulged wholeheartedly this time around spilling his seed inside the tight pale arse of Byron Mills three times over that afternoon.