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The death penalty. Some people were for it. Some were against it. It was a contentious issue, and Allen Sturge had heard all the arguments before for both sides. He himself was pretty ambivalent about it - the idea of killing someone didn’t exactly sit well with him, there were a lot of concerns about the ethics of it as well as the reliability of the decisions of fallible juries. Who knew if they were really putting the right people to death? It wasn’t something that could be taken back later.

But for someone like Prentice Charleston, he wasn’t about to shed any tears.

He’d been covering the story for a couple of years now, since Prentice had been arrested and the sordid story had come out. Kidnapping, rape, torture, mutilation, murder, necrophilia, cannibalism...he was a monster in human form, with eighteen victims known, seven of them dead, and potentially more they still had yet to find. There was no question of his guilt - not only did he confess to all the known charges, he reveled in them. He wanted people to know what he’d done, and he had no remorse for it, loudly proclaiming that he was a god and that human law didn’t apply to him. He was clearly mad, but seemingly still sane - he knew he was on the wrong side of the law, but believed the law didn’t apply to him. When he was given the death penalty, he didn’t fight it or try to appeal it at all, saying that he couldn’t be killed by anything on this planet. The only reason he hadn’t copped to more victims was sadism, denying desperate families the knowledge of the fates of their loved ones.

Needless to say, it had been a rough couple years for Allen. He’d taken on the story before he knew the full extent of Prentice’s depravity, and having to cover everything that had come of it had given him nightmares and stressed him out badly. Watching the monster be put to death would be cathartic - it would be the end not just of his crime spree, but of Allen’s need to immerse himself in it.

As he watched Prentice being strapped down to the chair in the bare room behind the protective glass, his thoughts turned to something else that brought him some relief. A lone creature standing in the back, arms folded, watching the scene before him. Bizarrely enough...the executioner.

His name was Grave, a rather fitting name for an executioner, though he was significantly more than that. He was a Pokémorph, a Heliolisk, but not like most of his kind. Where they were generally thin and lithe, he was massive, tall and muscular...his body would have made a Machamp jealous, and it certainly caught Allen’s eye. It was a physique he was rather partial to, though it had been quite some time since he’d been able to indulge in anything physical with someone like that. Not only that, but he was also a different color than most of his kind, mostly black with yellow secondary coloring rather than primarily yellow with orange secondary coloring. He looked every bit the kind of character that would be running an execution - even the skin covering his head looked rather akin to an old-time executioner’s hood.

Allen had met Grave before, several times. As Prentice had been going through his trial and the subject had come up, he’d crossed paths with the man who would be the state’s killer, wanting to learn who he was and why he did what he did, as well as write an article about him to hopefully help people understand him better. As it turned out, Grave was only an executioner on demand nationwide - his real day job was in construction, where he was (fittingly) an electrical expert as well as a manual laborer. He only worked for the state when they needed someone to do the dirty work - Grave, apparently, was pro-death penalty and one of the few willing to get his hands dirty with it. He didn’t seem to care about protestors, or angry letters, or death threats aimed in his direction, telling Allen that he ignored anyone who had a problem with him.

“They think I’m nothing but a heartless, uncaring monster. Yet, I’m the one who takes them away from this world. I have a rule, for any case...if I’m not convinced they deserve death, I don’t bring them death. It is a very simple rule, and they know it and don’t cross it. They give me scum like Prentice, and I won’t hesitate. I don’t really bother with anyone who has a problem with it...I don’t care about their feelings.”

Predictably, warm and caring was not Grave’s motif. A cold person, unemotional, stoic, not bothered by the harsh realities of the world...Allen got the impression he was fairly cynical as well, tending to think the worst of people and believing things were likely to be on the downturn at any given moment. He wasn’t the kind of guy that endeared himself to others, in other words...and yet, Allen found him oddly compelling, intriguing, alluring...okay, his body had something to do with that, but his personality wasn’t as off-putting to Allen as it would be to others.

There was a small crowd in the room watching as Prentice was strapped into the chair, a couple of officers carefully making sure he couldn’t get free. The monstrous excuse for a human wasn’t struggling, but no one trusted him not to try to make some sort of motion to that effect - it would be just like him to try to create chaos at the last second. Through it all, Grave watched quietly, standing in the back of the chamber, eyes locked on the criminal without deviation. His expression was neutral, but Allen could see the distaste hiding behind that mask; it was the same impression he’d gotten during his interviews, when he talked about some of the people he’d executed.

At one point Prentice tried to jerk away from the officer, but he failed to escape, and it didn’t seem like he tried that hard. He flashed a sadistic grin at the audience, saying something that they couldn’t hear - the room was soundproof unless a speaker was turned on, and the authorities had wisely decided not to give Prentice the opportunity to taunt the families of his victims. After a couple more minutes, the vile fiend was fully immobilized, unable to move any part of his body. The officers finished their final checks and then left the room, leaving only Prentice and Grave in there.

Allen felt an odd sense of anticipation as Grave stepped up behind the chair, looking more imposing than ever compared to the small human locked in. His hands stretched out and touched Prentice’s temples, and for the first time the criminal’s demeanor faltered, his eyes going wide with fright even as he tried to hide it. There was a moment of hesitation, a last bit of time for a call to come in, a reprieve for one reason or another, but it was a formality - no rescue was coming for Prentice Charleston.

The room lit up brightly, enough that some of the watchers shielded their eyes from the sight. Prentice jerked and writhed in his bindings as electricity coursed through his body, mainly into his brain through the charges at Grave’s hands but also through the rest of him as the Heliolisk executioner released extra charge from his body. It looked painful, definitely unpleasant, like the criminal wanted to scream but wasn’t given the luxury, his throat locked up and lungs paralyzed from the vicious voltage. The assault lasted only thirty seconds, but it was the longest thirty seconds of Allen’s life.

The brightness faded, and Grave pulled his hands away from the human, standing back from the chair. The vaguely slumped over body of Prentice Charleston remained in the chair, the appearance leaving no doubt of his mortality. It was finally over...he had been exterminated from this world, and would take no more victims with him. The change in the watchers was palpable - it was like the tension had been let out of a balloon, people started moving again, showing a looseness and ease that they hadn’t entered with. There was no joy, no celebration, but the mood wasn’t as grim or dour...the best way Allen could describe it was quiet satisfaction mixed with relief.

It was more than satisfaction for him - to Allen it was as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders. The stress of the evil he’d been immersed in for so long was finally gone, he didn’t have to let it consume his life anymore. He could go back to a more normal workload, stories that weren’t so heavy and horrible. And maybe his dreams would be much more benign, no more sleeplessness after waking up from another nightmare about a massacre when Prentice somehow escaped.

He spent some time speaking to family members of the deceased outside the viewing room. He’d gotten to know some of them fairly well through interviews, others had been much less inclined to speak with him, but with everything being off the record and casual this day, there weren’t many who didn’t take a couple minutes to accept his condolences. Not a one of them was unhappy to see Prentice go, even the ones who had said to him before that they weren’t death penalty supporters. The only regret for a couple of them was that they couldn’t be the ones shooting electricity through him.

Speaking of...Allen caught sight of Grave hanging out in the corner, away from everyone else. He looked almost like he was standing vigil, arms folded, eyes scouring the scene before him. The huge Heliolisk was far from sociable, Allen knew, but he still felt compelled to go over and have a chat. He had too much respect for Grave to just leave him to be ignored. Stepping over, he could see and almost feel Grave’s gaze lock onto him...there was definitely something powerful about him, something that didn’t need to be spoken or overtly demonstrated to come across.

“You did a good job in there.” It felt like such a stupid thing to say, but Allen didn’t really know how else to start.

“...this is the seventeenth execution I’ve done in nine years, and that’s the first time anyone’s ever said that to me.” Grave’s voice betrayed no sign of any clear emotion, so Allen couldn’t tell if he was insulted or amused or what.

“I guess...that’s not exactly surprising.” Allen struggled for a moment. “Um...well, can I ask a kind of strange question? How...does it...feel? To do something like that?”

Grave looked at him for a moment in rapt silence, and he wondered if he’d crossed a line with the question. But just as he was about to try to stammer out an apology, the Heliolisk cut him off. “It’s never a good feeling. Taking a life, even a miserable one, is a serious thing. Feeling the person go from alive, vibrant, moving...to nothing...there are very few experiences in life that are so unpleasant. That’s why I take this so seriously and refuse to do any executions unless I’m certain that they deserve it. It’s far too heavy a burden to take on lightly, and if I ever put an innocent man to death I would never forgive myself.”

“I see…it’s fascinating, if I’m being truly honest. There are very few people in the world...if ANY people in the world...who could tell the kinds of stories you could tell. I guess maybe that’s for the better in some respects, but imagine what you could say if you wrote a book or something.”

“I doubt I’ll be doing so. I’m not a writer by any means. Was that all you wanted to ask?”

Allen hesitated a moment, but decided to go for it - he might not get another chance. “No, there was one other thing. I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner, perhaps.”

Grave looked at him oddly, seemingly unprepared for this kind of proposition. He was quiet for a moment, then spoke with perplexity in his deep voice, “Really? You want to...go out with me? Why? Am I your human interest piece?”

“Er...well, that depends. I am human, and I am interested in you, so…”

“...I see. That was a joke.” Perhaps not the most effective one, since Grave wasn’t laughing. Though he didn’t seem offended, either. “Well, I can’t imagine why you’d offer such a proposal, but I suppose there’s no real reason to refuse. A meal is a meal, and I suppose it’ll be more stimulating than having a conversation in my head again.”

It wasn’t the most enthusiastic acceptance, but Allen wasn’t expecting a lot of emergence from that shell he was in. “Good, good! Glad to hear it! I think I know a good place, Romero’s on 63rd. Do you...want to meet there, or should we carpool?”

“I’ll walk. It’s not that far away, and I prefer walking to driving anyway. A lot safer.”

“Ah, well, all right. I guess I’ll meet you there, then. Looking forward to it!”

“As am I.” If only Allen could tell whether he meant it.

---

The parking lot to Romero’s was extremely crowded that evening, so Allen ended up having to park a ways away, filling the meter and hoping he’d be back soon enough to avoid being ticketed. Not that he wanted to cut anything short with Grave, but the fines in the city were murder. It was a few minutes of walking in the cool evening air, good for him but still not what he’d been planning on so he was a bit chilly in his lighter clothing. All the while he felt a twinge of nervousness...it had been a while since his last real date, he’d had a couple of one-night stands but that wasn’t really the same thing. This was a real, actual, honest-to-goodness, get-to-know-you kind of thing, something he hadn’t done since...well, early when he started working the Prentice Charleston story. He’d just found himself not in the mood for a relationship thanks to the stress...the flings had brought release and a bit of relief, but he knew that was just a moment’s respite. Now that that was over, maybe he could get back to something more normal.

If dating the guy’s ‘killer’ could be considered normal, anyway.

Grave was already standing outside by the time he walked up, quite easy to spot given how big he was. It really was an incredible sight, seeing him towering over everyone else...though said everyone else didn’t seem as thrilled, with most giving him a bit of a berth as they walked past. He was dressed pretty casually, jeans and a button-down overshirt with a plain T-shirt underneath, definitely a bit lower in dress than was typical for Romano’s - it wasn’t a formal place bit it did have a bit of a higher air. Then again, Allen kind of expected that - morphs tended to be less concerned with formality in general, and a rugged laborer like Grave didn’t seem the type to get dressed up for anything.

“You look cold,” he said as Allen approached. It was hard to read as usual - sympathetic, chiding, just an observation, who could tell?

“Yeah, I kind of am. We should get inside.” Grave just gave him a nod and the two entered. Allen noticed just a hint of something different...maybe a sense of ease? Perhaps Grave found it difficult to fit in in this environment, and having someone else took the burden off…

The host was a bit terse with them, seating them and not looking entirely pleasant, with glances at Grave being an indication of what was getting to him. It wasn’t clear what had him rankled. He could’ve had a thing against morphs, though that was fairly uncommon these days; it could’ve been the very casual state of dress, perhaps he considered it disrespectful or lowbrow; it could even have been because he knew who and what Grave was and didn’t approve. Allen didn’t know and rather would not have found out. Fortunately, the server they had was a lot friendlier, and put them at ease again, for the most part; Grave still seemed slightly tense.

“Guessing this isn’t the kind of place you usually go to?”

“Not really. Just isn’t much my environment...it’s pretty evident that I don’t fit in here. Seems like a place that fits you just right, though.”

“Oh...well, I haven’t been here that much, maybe twice before. I hope it’s not a problem, maybe I should’ve suggested another place…”

“I would have said no if it was a problem.”

“Okay then. Well, you can tell me any time if something changes…”

Grave looked at him; his eyes seemed sharply keyed in on him, almost boring in. “It seems every time we meet, I’m the one talking. You’re not reporting on me now...why don’t you talk? You know much of what there is to know about me, but have revealed little of yourself.”

Allen hadn’t quite been prepared for this...and upon a moment of reflection, he didn’t know why he wasn’t. What else should he have been talking about? “Erm...well, I don’t know that there’s that much to tell about me. I’ve lived all my life in the city, know it almost inside and out by this point. Graduated high school close to the top of my class, spend my years in university aiming for a journalism major, pursued a minor in criminology after a couple years. Now working for the local media conglomerate as a writer in the law and justice division, mostly online news network type stuff with a bit of TV sprinkled in. It’s not the most exciting, but it pays the bills and I enjoy it for the most part.”

“Hm. You didn’t seem to be enjoying it so much recently.”

“Well, the Prentice Charleston story’s been kind of my main focus recently, and it’s been a really hard story to deal with emotionally. I’m really glad he’d been dealt with...I know there’s going to be wrap-up and stuff, but knowing he’s gone is just a huge load off my mind.”

“Good. Now tell me more about yourself. What do you do when you’re not being a journalist?”

“Um...well, I...I guess I don’t do that much. Um, golfing, sometimes...watching TV, generally like comedies, the crime drama stuff tends to be a little too close to work, plus full of stuff that’s just too unbelievable. I have a couple friends I have out with occasionally...I like card games, I don’t really play video games much but I’ve joined in a bit of that…” It had been a while since he’d talked about things like this, and it felt a touch awkward, like he should be doing more in his off time.

“I see. Do you date like this a lot?”

“Er, not really...at least not lately. Used to do more, but I haven’t really been in the mood for it lately. Just...too much on my mind, I guess.”

“You really let him get to you, didn’t you?” Grave folded his hands and looked at Allen squarely. “That is the power they have, you know. That man, acting cocky and smug about what he did, he did it only to get into people’s heads and make them fear him, make them obsessed with him. He wanted you to get so wrapped up in him that way, because that was how he become strong, powerful, how he controlled the lives of people he had never even met.”

Allen nodded mutely; he hadn’t expected that kind of insight from Grave, but it made a lot of sense. He hadn’t really realized that himself, and he’d done plenty of research on serial killers over the months. He’d thought he’d had a pretty good handle on what drove them, but now he wasn’t so certain.

“When I put my hands on his head, I could feel his terror...he wasn’t just losing his life, he was losing his power. In death, he is no longer a threat, no longer powerful...he was terrified of losing that power, realizing that he would be of no more consequence to anyone. Everything that drove him was being taken from him...his legacy was going to end, and he would be nothing more than a book entry. I think right up until then, he didn’t truly believe that someone would try to kill him...he didn’t think someone could have the kind of power over him that he tried to exert over others. These men...you have to deny them that power, deny them what they so desire. That is how you defeat them.”

“I...guess I never thought of it that way. You’re right...I guess if I have to cover something like this again, that’s what I have to do...I have to not let it get to me on that level. Have you...ever had that happen to you?”

“No. They have tried, but never succeeded. One time, a prisoner broke free of his restraints as I was shocking him, and tried to choke me. I never stopped, and I felt the terror within him before he perished...the terror of being thwarted, that someone did not fear him, and that his last moments were of abject failure.” He paused a moment, eyes closing reflectively. “My mother lost a sister to a serial killer before my birth. She spoke of these things to me, her regrets about how she responded to him...he sent her threatening letters and she almost killed herself in despair over them. Only just before he died did she determine how to combat him...when she had to confront him, he made crude comments and tried to belittle her and break her down, and she stood and looked him in the eye and told him just what she thought of him, and how she was going to live and he would die, and he would be the one who was nothing. The stories say her words broke him well before the guillotine took his head off. She told me, never allow yourself fear of these creatures, because that is the only thing they have, and if you deny it to them, they will wither and die.”

“Wow...she sounds impressive.” It felt like too little to say, but Allen wasn’t sure what he could follow that up with. If only he’d taken that approach in the first place…

Their food arrived, and there was relative silence for a while as the two of them ate. Allen was watching Grave as they ate; he was definitely an unusual sort, even in casual mode he seemed very...deliberate. His movements and words always seemed to be highly calculated, pre-planned, insistent even, like he was making a statement by something so little as taking a bite off a fork. Something about that fascinated him...even, perhaps, enticed him. There was an allure to it, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on but drew him nonetheless. He wasn’t sure that Grave would feel the same way about him, he wasn’t nearly as interesting in his eyes...well, stranger things had happened.

They had a bit more small talk towards the end of the meal, but the conversation didn’t really get back on track until they were drinking their beers afterwards. That was when Grave spoke up again, with a deliberateness in his voice. “Tell me what you’ve been going through covering this story.”

“Eh?”

“Your experience. Your feelings. The effects. Talk about them. Don’t hide them.”

Confusing as all get-out to Allen, but he scrambled to come up with something. “It...well, it didn’t start off bad. I was actually kind of...excited, I guess, to get into the full story and bring it to the world. I guess that sounds like a terrible thing at first, but serial killers always stay so...hidden until after they’re caught, no one knows about them or what they do. And it’s impossible not to put attention on them, but I wanted to do something more focused on the stories on the victims and their families. I wanted them to get as much or more attention than the creep that ruined their lives. They don’t historically get as much attention as their killers, and I think that’s a travesty, so I was eager to bring their stories to light over Prentice’s.”

“Very good. Focus on the killer is unhealthy.”

“Yeah...well, I leapt into it, but it didn’t take too long to realize how badly I was in over my head. The stories were horrifying...especially those of surviving victims. They would describe in vivid detail the things that were done to them…the terrible pain they had to go through...the terror of not knowing whether they were going to live or die...they showed me the scars, some of them were terrifying, a few of them had parts of themselves amputated, some were mutilated with symbols that meant something important to Prentice, just a testament to the power he had over them, all that mattered was that he knew what it meant, that he could leave a lasting impression on them that would force them to remember him.”

“I remember feeling sick after hearing lots of these, not knowing what to say to them, feeling so helpless and useless when I saw them break down...I stopped being eager about it pretty quickly and started dreading every new page of the story, even though I still considered it important. But then I also started getting nightmares, and then waking nightmares...I started having blank periods during the day, where I would just lose time. I felt like I was being...pursued, tracked, something like that. I’d constantly be looking over my shoulder, like I was going to be next, even though Prentice was locked up. And sometimes I’d hear or see something that would...I don’t know, just scare the hell out of me, make me lose control a bit…” Allen shook his head. “I know how pathetic it sounds, I just tried to ignore it, but...I don’t know, it got something wrong with me. Every time I think I have it under control another thing happens that shakes me again…”

Grave shook his head. “Not pathetic. It’s easy, you have PTSD.”

“...What? How can I have PTSD? I just...all I did was talk to people.”

“What you did was relive their trauma with them. You took in their experiences and made them your own as well. An empathetic person can get PTSD by proxy...I have seen it before. I had to learn to guard against such things when I ended lives...as I said before, it’s never a good feeling. I learned much about the condition, many things I never would have suspected. That was one of them. Because we empathize, we learn to recreate the feelings of others inside ourselves...enough of that frequently enough, and the brain can construct our own traumatic experience to relive, even if we never truly lived it before.” Grave was looking at Allen, well, gravely. “I suspect you have had this for quite some time and never believed it...perhaps you should look to getting some kind of therapy.”

“I...maybe...wow, I never would have thought...I thought that was something that only happened when you actually had something happen to you, never would have believed it could be like that. I guess...maybe I was kind of self-treating for it already, trying to find ways to relieve the stress and make myself less prone to, uh, those kinds of bad reactions. But, I guess having more help might be a good idea…might teach me some ways of avoiding getting the worst of that in the future.”

“Indeed. It would be helpful for you in the long run. After all, there are many terrible things that must be brought to light, and someone must do it. You seem like the type, even if I find you hopelessly confusing for lusting after an executioner.”

Allen’s face went a bit red. “Ah...what do you mean?”

“Don’t be coy with me. I’m not dense, nor am I unobservant. I know you have an interest in me that’s more than casual.” Grave took another large draw from his beer and then looked Allen pointedly in the eyes. “What I don’t know is why. I’m not exactly the type most people would want to get involved with. Even for a fling. The fact that my hands have killed turns most away. You don’t seem the type to buck that trend.”

“Well...I guess I don’t really know why. I mean, I know what you do, and yet...it doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would.” Allen was quiet for a moment. “I guess...if I had to hazard a guess, it’s the fact that I’ve been tied up in this Prentice Charleston story for so long. Seeing what he did, the things he put people through...I guess I’ve utterly lost sympathy for the type of person we put to death. So it’s a lot harder to be bothered by how you deal with them, and when you take that away, well, there’s a lot to like.”

“Really.”

“Yes, really. I do find myself attracted to larger individuals such as yourself. I always have, really...and, I’ve never really had a taste limited to humans. Morphs like you do draw my eyes...I can’t say I’ve been with one in my life so far, but part of that is just access, there weren’t many around where I grew up. I did have a couple of one-night stands with them in college, but...well, that’s not really being ‘with’ one, getting to know them and connect with them, that was just loneliness and hormones. Knowing what you’ve done and not being really...bothered by it, I can just take what else there is.”

“You’re attracted to me.”

“Well...yeah, I am. Is...is that a problem?”

“It depends.” Grave leaned forward, his eyes almost boring into Allen. “There are few who have been willing to indulge my tastes in the past. I am willing to admit that I have...interests that are beyond the norm, and I don’t shy away from them, nor would I accept a partner that could not handle them. While I don’t demand that level of interaction every time, our initial encounter would pull no punches...you would experience the harshest I would get, and be fully forewarned for what you could expect more of in the future. And there would be no out until I was satisfied, no backing away once I have started.”

It sounded scary. And exciting. Allen had read some stuff about more extreme fantasies before, and while he’d never worked up the nerve to actually get through any of them, they did strike a certain tone for him...perhaps a bit risky given his issues over the past several months, but Grave wasn’t the monster, he wanted to think he could get past that. “Does that mean you’re offering an invitation?”

For the first time, he saw Grave break from his neutral expression, a flicker of a smile that was quickly suppressed. “I suppose I am. Interesting...most would’ve been scared right away by that. Then again, that is the intention.”

“I guess I’m not most. It sounds like a wild time...I’d be kidding myself if I said I didn’t want to at least give it a whirl.”

“Very well, then...you’ve been given the warning. I would say be prepared, but I’m certain you won’t be. However, I will hope you enjoy it...I would be most disappointed if you didn’t.”

---

Allen wasn’t sure what to expect, exactly. He didn’t doubt what Grave was saying - the Heliolisk was as blunt and straightforward as they came, so he clearly had something rough to offer. But up until he got there, it was nothing more than a vague notion of a wild ride, not something he had any details about, so he was wondering all the way there whether it would really be as daunting as advertised.

Those doubts were put to rest in a hurry.

They’d scarcely stepped through the door before Grave grabbed him and hauled him to his basement. What clothes could be pulled off on the way, and the rest were taken from him once they were down there. The force was sudden, unexpected for the steely and previously reserved morph, giving Allen a much better idea of what he was in for - clearly, Grave had a side to him that was much less stiff. Before he really knew what was what, he was bound spread-eagle on a solid wooden frame, helpless before the Heliolisk.

And that was when it really started.

Grave was clearly not shy about electricity. Not the way he started using it so liberally on Allen’s body. His tongue licking the human’s nipples, getting a jolt through them every time his tongue contacted the flesh and leaving behind sparking, tingling saliva that kept them buzzing. His fingers kneaded Allen’s cock and balls, sending shocks through them and making him cry out sharply with every charge. The tighter his grip was, the harder the electricity pulsed in, directed to the most sensitive points like the head of his dick, which only got more jolted as it expelled drops of precum to soak it.

After that came the whips. Which weren’t real whips, but rather charged bolts of electricity that physically formed in Grave’s hands. They certainly felt solid where they hit, making him yell out and leaving a red line which faded over several seconds, but no more tangible marks. Every time, though, he felt another thundershock through his body, making him jerk in his bonds. Soon he was breathless, panting raggedly, feeling sore and tense, yet firmly erect and displaying clear signs of heavy arousal.

Signs which were rapidly exploited as the whip cracked down on his cock and balls, once, twice, three times before Allen came, seed exploding from the tip of his cock and spurting with intense force into the air, splattering on the floor several feet in front of him. Grave let up on him as he erupted, shot after shot spurting out, the hardest Allen had ever cum in his entire life. There was a deep ache in them when the shots finally tapered off...an ache that got fiercer as Grave once again used his fingers to send an electric charge into them and added to the licks on his nipples, refusing to let up until Allen was hard again.

He half expected the whips to return, but got something else instead. The human’s eyes widened as he saw Grave step up and mount the table, preparing to have a go at Allen’s ass. He’d expected a good-sized package, but what he saw left him breathless - a pair of dicks dripping sparking precum, each one of which would have looked like a beast on its own. He’d had a fair bit of size in him before, but nothing like this...and he suddenly doubted Grave was going to go gently into him. He tried to relax, but the surges through him were tightening him up, making it impossible for him to unclench properly.

Grave made sure he was the one to do the unclenching. His twins barreled in with immense force, parting the human’s pucker with ease and plunging in to their fullest depths, stretching Allen out well beyond his prior experience. It was painful at first, too much to handle, but the shocks he was feeling inside, partly hitting his prostate directly, relieved that quickly, leaving an ache and discomfort that was slower to fade. And before it had a chance to, Grave launched into his thrusts...no surprise to Allen that he was both quick and forceful in his rutting, ramming his twins in deep and then pulling them out and then shoving them back in in less than a second. By far the roughest ride that Allen had ever experienced, matching if not exceeding the ones he’d read about...briefly he wished that he’d eased himself into that more, but another shock pretty much pushed that idea out of his head.

Now his entire body was being lit up as Grave made contact with him on multiple points, inside and out. Driving in with a ferocity he didn’t even know the Heliolisk morph possessed, gripping his shoulders roughly with those powerful hands, even his tail snaked around Allen’s leg just to make more contact. Each time he thrust, another shock was delivered, making him jerk and writhe...they felt incredibly powerful, but he didn’t really have anything to compare to, besides a few static shocks here and there that were nothing compared to this. Yet...there was pain, yes, hardly minimal pain at that, but in other ways it felt SO good...the shocks were hitting nerves in just the right way, sensitive spots with the perfect touch to get him turned on beyond belief. Even with the pain, the euphoria was still predominant...sometimes, the pain even seemed like it made the pleasure greater.

Not that it made him forget about the absolutely massive amount of dick in his ass, not in the slightest. His body was taking quite the punishment from those twin shafts, not just the force that was being applied, not just the sheer stretch it was giving him, but also the shocks were tensing his muscles automatically, making him tighter around Grave’s endowment. He had no real control over his body’s actions, he was only responding to what the jolts told him to do, and it was such a thrill...his heart was pounding hard, making him worry that the jolts were going to do something unhealthy to it, but he couldn’t stop it now, not in the throes of such ecstasy.

He came again while Grave was pounding away at him, once again shooting forcefully, this time most of his jizz splattering onto the Heliolisk’s charged body. The streams making contact with him sent more shocks into Allen’s cock, making him jerk and buck into the air. The burning and tingling got stronger than ever, remaining even when the streams no longer reached Grave and gave him a moment of respite...but his cock wasn’t allowed to go down, forced to remain hard by the jolts it had received, obeying Grave’s will rather than its own fatigue. He gasped and cried out, overwhelmed by the endless rush of sensation, helpless under the continual assault on his body and mind…

And then he felt Grave buck in harder, and then stay there, and suddenly the strongest electric jolt yet coursed through him as the Heliolisk came, pumping a double-barreled deluge of seed into his body. His cries got higher as the sparking wetness barreled through his innards, carrying it charge deeper into him and making him squirm more. His body convulsed automatically around the thickness of Grave’s twins, stimulating them more and baring himself further to the raw electric power he was having to endure. Completely over the top, more than he could have ever figured out how to handle...and he was having the time of his life.

It seemed almost a shame when it was over, when Grave’s spent dicks pulled out of him, leaving a slimy trail behind, his body still alight with mild electric power as the seed kept acting on him. Allen panted, weary but content...until he saw that electric whip form again in the Heliolisk’s hand. Grave wasn’t done, and neither was he. That had just been round one, and clearly there was a long haul that he was in for. Maybe he should have said something, but not a word of protest came out as he braced for the coming lashes.

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Soreness defined Allen’s morning. He was in Grave’s bed, the black Heliolisk spooning him, arms wrapped around him. Allen had only been dimly aware of when it ended, his body fatigued beyond belief after more orgasms than he should have been able to have...the electricity simply kept working him over and over, pushing him beyond any reasonable limit. Grave himself seemed never to lose any stamina, not even after all the electricity he had pumped into the human, he’d gone off a third time inside Allen before being satisfied.

Never going to doubt what he says again.

As he shifted, he felt Grave’s grip change on him, informing him that the Heliolisk was also awake. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore.”

“Good. That is what I expected. You know what I can do now…if all you are is sore then you have done well.”

“Good to know.” Allen slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, Grave following suit and settling next to him. This close together, the size difference was much starker. “You said this is the hardest you get...that means you get gentler?”??“It’s not satisfying being that...electric all the time. Sometimes something easier is better. But if you aren’t capable or willing to deal with me at my wildest, then it will not work.”

“Well, I lasted, so I guess I passed the test.”

Grave looked down at him, almost appearing surprised. “You were happy with that? I expected you to say that was too much for you.”

“It was...definitely overwhelming. But, I can honestly say I enjoyed it more than I didn’t. It was fun...I haven’t ever been really, uh, kept so excited for so long, in any sense of the word. It’s...you enjoy the power trip, don’t you?”

Silence for a moment from the Heliolisk. “...Would that bother you?”

“Why?”

“Power trip. That was what...he had. What they all want. When one desires power over another and does what they wish to get it...it’s fair to be disturbed by that. There is a certain rush...in having total control, being able to make one feel what you want to make them feel, and deciding when and how to make them feel it. But that power, it isn’t always a good thing to have or desire, and those who do...are questionable, in different ways.”

Now Allen was getting it. Of course Grave would wonder, having sent several to their end for being like that. “You had me in your power and you wanted to make me feel good. I’d say that’s different from wanting to...do the things they do. And you said what you were doing last night was as rough as you got, so if I feel all right with that, I’m pretty sure you’re not going to do anything worse to me.”

“Hm. Am I to presume that we will be finding this out by experience?”

Allen grinned. “Well, I would hardly be a good reporter if I didn’t do a thorough investigation.”

Grave nodded. “Very well, then...I...appreciate that. It does get lonely, sometimes, when you’re a person like myself. I...would appreciate the company.”

It was probably the closest he’d yet seen to Grave getting emotional in the more vulnerable sense. But Allen was pretty sure it was in there, and he’d get a chance to see Grave’s real softer side...and he was looking forward to that almost as much as everything else. He knew some of the best stories had a lot of hidden depths, and so did the best people...and bringing those out was one of the best rewards he could get.