“Whatever makes you sick is so fucking twisted that it heals me.” I sink down on his cock, mixing pain with agonized bliss and confusion because I hate it and want it together. Krypt cries out in angry pleasure. “I need it,” I tell him as he sits up to latch his mouth to my chest, sucking more marks into my skin and fucking me from the bottom. “I need your sickness more than I need anything. Fucking give it to me, Krypt.”
