𝙈𝘾𝙔𝙏 𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

blood of the blood god ;; 18+

Blood of The Blood God

It wasn't supposed to be like this

If yall arent chill with CNC or gore, just dont look ok

Warnings:
- CNC (consensual non-consent)
- Gore
-Degrading
- Lowkey bondage
- Outdoors/Public

dear god almighty it wasn't supposed to be this way, i mean like, most of it was planned, some of it wasn't, it was gonna be worse tho so thank me for that lmao

I want to write some krii7y content so hmu with them requests babeyyy

And wooo yeh im back from vacationnnn and back on my stupid bullshit

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"What's the matter, you filthy pig? Better talk fast or your team will be looking for you," Dream whispered, baring the glistening edge of his sword to the king's throat, catching a bead of sweat that dripped from his chin.

Techno swallowed harshly, his breath labored and heavy under the weight on his chest. The other seemed to notice this and pressed his knee harder into his straining ribs, drawing a wheeze and a choked sob from the pink haired royal. Not exactly the answer he was looking for.

"I know what you've been saying about me, Techno." Dream sneered, resting his palm on the stone blade lodged in the other's shoulder, the main thing keeping him immobile and grounded. "So go on, say it, say it to my face, or is the "King" too scared to talk?"

"You think I'm scared of you?" The royal spat, attempting to adjust his position beneath the other only to wince in pain as the sword moved, pushing and straining against the tattered and bleeding flesh. Unfortunately for him, the blade was lodged in the ground beneath his arm. With a wave of relief and a following breath, the gold blade was retracted from his neck and brought to the collar of his undershirt.

"Hey wait no Dream- don't cut my shirt!" Techno gasped, jerking his uninjured arm in an attempt to swat the masked player off, yet to be met with a quick block from the blunt of the sword. The royal let out a pained hiss, drawing his arm back, watching as his white shirt was split down the middle and pulled from the waist of his slacks. Dream only relieved the pressure on his ribs for a split second to pull the material out to the side before smashing his knee back down, pushing the air from his lungs.

"What the hell bro?" Techno wheezed, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to regain his breath. "Let me up and fight like a man instead of literally having me stuck to the floor, or are you the one who's scared?" He challenged, bringing his free hand to the grip of the stone sword lodged in his shoulder.

Dream didn't respond, only butting the blunt end of his blade into the royal's wrist, grinning behind his mask as he yanked his hand back, followed by a yelp as the sword continued to dig into his flesh.

"Dream, man, come on," Techno plead, the tiniest hint of a whimper in his voice as tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. The blood coating both of their clothes was hot and sticky and it was continuing to seep from the pink haired king's open wound, soaking into the material of his white undershirt as well as the heavy, fur-lined crimson overcoat.

He gasped for air, filling his lungs as the heavy pressure was pulled away from his bruised ribs, but Dream placing his knee between his clothed thighs wasn't exactly what he was expecting. The vague pleasure tingling through his stomach heavily contradicted the tense pain of the blade in his shoulder, the feelings mingling together into an odd sort of euphoria that he'd never felt before.

Being caught off his guard, Techo gasped, feeling blood flush his cheeks as pressure was added from Dream grinding his knee into his clothed crotch as he lightly dragged the glistening blade across the skin of his chest, leaving a thin scratch in its wake. To his surprise, Dream grasped his mask with his free hand and tugged it off, letting it fall to the floor beside himself.