Page 86 of Discordant Cultivation

Vale groaned against his back, the sound vibrating through Kieran’s spine. “Feel that? Your body’s tightening like it craves this—perfect, broken boy, taking my fingers while the world calls you fake. Scream for me.”

He rubbed Kieran’s prostate with devastating accuracy. Firm, circular pressure that sent jolts of unwanted pleasure radiating through his groin and up his spine. The texture felt slick and insistent against the sensitive spot, building a hot, coiling tension despite the burning stretch.

Kieran fought it all. The anger boiling like acid in his throat. The violation stretching him open. The orgasm building despite the pain. He’d focus on the song, the rage that created it. Nothing else. If he could just—

A third finger shoved in.

He couldn’t contain his cries anymore. It was all too much. Too much inside his body, in his head, in his skin. His fingers flew over the strings as he reached the climax of his angry little song and hoped he would die when the last note rang out.

Vale ground against his back. “God, you’re exquisite—your anger has made you even tighter. Cum for me Kieran. Let it out.”

“No,” Kieran gasped, but he couldn’t think past the three fingers inside him and the music still pouring from his hands and Vale’s breath hot on his neck.

He’s going to break me.

“Push back harder—youneedthis, you need me breaking you open while they deny your pain. You can admit it. Cum angry, beautiful. Show me your fire.”

Lips latched onto his neck, a hard wet suction, the pressure blooming into marks that would be visible for days.

Kieran was drowning. The mocking comments echoing in his mind. The prostate stimulation blurring his vision white. His body’s traitorous reactions. Vale’s presence everywhere—in his mouth earlier, inside him now, wrapped around him, consuming him completely.

Too much. Can’t hold on. Going to—

He came with a whimper, spasms wracking his thighs as the inside of his boxers became hot and sticky. The clenching around Vale’s fingers amplified the burning pain to make the violation somehow worse and more complete. But in the haze of it all, Vale’s whispered words against his neck, the pain, the lingering reverberation of his sobs, the treacherous bliss growing cold in his lap, it all made sense.

The song wasn’t going to work before because he was only directing his rage out.

But now, he understood. It was never aboutthem.It was always about him.

He would show them how much he truly hated himself.

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And the shame, the shame of wanting more won't fade…

Vale

Kieran’s silence was absolute, fury radiating from him in waves that made Vale’s pulse quicken. His eyes had that strange distant quality—present but not, focused on something internal while his body stayed rigid. His hands trembled at his sides, fingers curling and uncurling in an unconscious rhythm. His gaze would snap into sharp focus for a moment before drifting somewhere else entirely—dissociation wrapped around fury, both states coexisting in the same body.

“Thorn!” Eliza exclaimed as she adjusted lighting arrays around the parlor room, oblivious to the tension. “Hi, I’m so excited to work with you again!”

Kieran’s response was barely audible: “Hi.”

“Here, let me get this on you.” Eliza approached with a lapel microphone, and Kieran’s body went rigid as she clipped it to one of the gauze strips. “This mic is much better than the set up we used last time. It will capture every breath, every whisper. The intimacy will be incredible.”

“C-can we hide it?” Kieran asked.

Vale moved forward before Eliza could respond, catching her arm. “Actually, I need a word with you first. Thorn, take a moment—drink some water.”

He drew Eliza into the hallway, closing the door behind them. The smile he’d been wearing dissolved.

“Your mixing speed on the last video was brilliant,” Vale said quietly, each word precisely measured. “The audio quality, the way you layered the ambient sound—genuinely impressive work.”

Eliza brightened. “Thank you! I thought you’d be pleased with—”

“It was also completely inappropriate.”

The temperature in the hallway dropped. Eliza’s smile faltered, confusion flickering across her features.