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On one, serene and quiet night within the Chihuahuan Desert, a desert nearest to the grand city of Austin, Texas, the vast star-speckled sky above was beginning to stir - to change from its spotted, glittering luster to something more…dark. Almost unsettling with how the stars began to fade away as if something had consumed them.
Maybe a surprise summer storm that was not forecasted to be? Or maybe, if you were superstitious, it was a supernatural show of force against nature and God himself?
Well, one thing would be certain with this sudden shift in the quiet empty. And that was that it was nothing unlike any summer storm that would ever brush the dusty sands of the Chihuahuan Desert…
Within a matter of seconds, the tumultuous weather quickly intensified, now a sudden blanketing of dark, heavy grey clouds hastened to cover the once star-lit sky, swallowing both the stars and the blooming white moon with their shadow.
Next came the flashes within them; lightning - bold and bright as it crackled and splashed a fleeting moment of violent, white light across the clouded skies and though brief and temporary, the dread it brought with it was not in the slightest a fleeting cascade.
But soon, in the midst of the grand display of nature being manipulated, it would become clear that this was no act of God or nature.
But rather, it was the devious act of something more…devilish.
Soon, sprouting down from the wild skies above, a dark wispy smoke began to snake and twist its way down from the skies in a rather fast but calculated manner to the sandy desert below.
Before long, that unnatural smoke touches the ground like a finger of death, the ground now seemingly becoming pitch black like tar in the surrounding area. But now that it was on solid ground, the black smoke started violently contorting and constricting, swirling in place like that of a tornado.
But it was nothing like that dreaded force of nature - no, what this was far worse and far more dangerous.
Soon, the smoke tornado stops in its violent ministrations, slowing down to suddenly shape itself into the form of a…man. And after what felt like a paused eternity, the smoke fades away to reveal the shadowy, dark figure in full - it was a man dressed down in a clad black suit.
This… ‘man’ possessed black hair, obsidian black eyes and had a rather grayish-pale hue to his skin that contrasted greatly with his attire and the desert landscape that surrounds him. Briefly, the man adjusts his coat sleeve before taking a few leisure steps forward but then…he stops dead in his tracks.
Then…a loud annoyed groan disrupts the turbulent air.
Godsdamn hells!
He'd been here already!
And how he knows this is because OF-FUCKING-COURSE he’s been here before!
Using your limited demonic teleportation to get around on Earth, especially when you were supposed to be locked away in Hell because your Daddy, Mephistopheles or also known as the Devil, punished you for your foolishness on Earth, tended to provide some pretty shitty results in locations.
Blackheart, the man or more aptly known as a demon, lets out an annoyed growl under his breath. And from the looks of it, he was in the little desert on the western edge of the city of Austin, Texas which he, to be completely honest with himself, wasn't happy at all to be even in proximity with.
But still, he just hated being on this accursed Earth.
But it wasn't like he had any other place to go.
He couldn’t go back to Hell and see his father, Mephistopheles. That was so out of the question.
Blackheart lets out a defeated sigh, now starting to walk along the dusty, sandy desert - hands shoved into his coat pockets as he thinks of where else he could possibly go.
After the San Venganza Fiasco, instead of being locked away in Hell with his Daddy, he’d been forced to wander the Earth, unable to use any of his true, demonic powers.
Although ‘being forced to wander Earth’ was sort of his own punishment because he’d rather not be in Hell with his Mephistopheles, he wouldn’t hear the end of his berating if he were still there.
At least while on Earth, though limited and restricted from using his true powers, he still had some free will and the means to travel from place to place…albeit, he couldn’t really control where he would end up so that in of itself was a punishment.
Blackheart kicks along a small gray stone as he walks along, getting scarcely closer to the city. The ground around him darkens to the point where it was almost as if he was walking through pitch-black tar from how black the smokey aura of his soulless being was.
Suddenly, a shiver rushes down Blackheart’s spine. He stops his walking, his rushing thoughts stopping with him.
What the fuck was that?
Blackheart lets out a breath that suddenly becomes a mist of evaporation into the thin air as soon as it escapes his lips.
He shivers again.
His obsidian black eyes dilate in unfiltered confusion, “What is the meaning of this?”
Blackheart pulls his hands out of his coat pockets, now looking down at them and taking note of how they were suddenly shaking. The accursed demon moves his hands up to the lapels of his coat to pull them a little bit closer to his body, a sudden barrage of chills now starting to run up and down his spine.
How in the fuck was this happening? Like sure, he knew that the deserts here could get cold at night but…was it really the desert making him feel this fucking cold?
Blackheart trudges forward, walking as if he was going through knee-deeps of snow, shivering violently with each little step he takes. He just feels as if he was fucking freezing!
Him of all people?!
Freezing?!
What in the absolute fuck is this?!
“I…need to get…warm…”Blackheart stutters, feeling as if a giant cloud of ice and snow was hanging over him and him alone and was showering him only in snow instead of everything else.
Fortunately and unfortunately, he was slowly starting to see the cresting lights of the city of Austin in the far, creeping distance. It was near, if he could just get there…maybe he could find warmth…
But…
He needed to get warm now.
Blackheart needed something hot and scathing to the touch against his chilled flesh. He needed to feel the heat of Hell itself.
But he couldn't go back, no. His Father wouldn't have it. Nor would he himself have it. It would be a bullet to his pride if he went back to Hell.
No.
He had to tough this one out. But the question that now sits on his brain was…
Of all the hellions and devilish things on this Earth, what could possibly rekindle the Hell’s flame that once sat within him?
Blackheart stands there, pondering for a moment or two, still shuddering and thinking before finally, it hits him.
The very solution to his problem.
Hell’s flame was something that only supernatural beings created from the pits of Hell itself could produce…their body burned with its eternal flame, its eternal heat that could melt the souls and bodies of those who aren't used to it…
And it just so happened that there was a certain supernatural hellion on Earth who could give him that heat…
Blackheart’s lips twist into a devious little grin.
Although, it would all depend on if he was still around Texas…
Because after what he did to Roxanne by draining her of her precious soul after he gained all of the souls of San Venganza, he wasn’t sure what Johnny would do after that.
Well, no he did know because he literally got the souls beat out of him and got internally seared like a BBQ because of said souls he got from the contract with that infamous Penance Stare, leaving him cataleptic.
Blackheart could only now hope that Johnny Blaze or as his moniker was now, Ghost-Rider, was still around.
Desperation was a tricky little mistress.
It would drive you to do things and. to people who never thought you would cross paths with again… And make you do stupid things that might result in some horrible, HORRIBLE circumstances.
But how lucky for Blackheart that he could care less about the consequences or circumstances.
He was fucked already.
A coy little chuckle escapes from his lips, “Time to go see an old friend…”
After he says this, Blackheart abruptly starts coughing up charcoal black smoke which… was definitely not a good sign for him to be dwindling around in the desert for any longer.
Within seconds, Blackheart’s face quickly contorted into his actual vicious, demonic visage with him smiling with what looked like a dozen of sharp teeth and his face wretched-looking as he let out a banshee scream and turned into a cloud of fine wispy mist that disappeared into the darkness.
Lightning flashes as the skies contorted into screaming souls but once he disappeared, the sky started to re-assume their natural form though the heavy grey clouds remained but this time, the rain finally fell, as if it had been waiting to be let free…
AUSTIN, TEXAS
Ghost Rider roars thunderously as the demonic beast he’d been tussling with manages to knock him back into a brick-wall structure, leaving a massive crater of a hole in the wall in his wake.
He slides down unceremoniously to the ground, his body making a loud, heavy thud. But almost immediately, he’s already shaking it off, raising himself up off the ground and back on his feet.
Now standing up to his full, domineering height, the Rider gets a good hold of his steel chain whip and drags his boney hands along the steel links, hellish flames suddenly engulfing it.
The hellion snarls viciously in retaliation, its horns blazing with hellfire before charging forward in an attempt to ram the Ghost Rider into the wall once more but unlike the first time, the Ghost Rider was ready for it.
He moves out of the way of the charging beast, watching as the demon rams its horns into the crumbling wall, horns now stuck and embedded into the structure.
The demon kicks and flails around violently, pushing at the wall with its hooves. As it struggles and bucks about, the Rider takes this as the perfect opportunity to twirl his flaming chain whip around it, snaring the beast in its purifying hellfire.
The beast roars and screeches horrifically in pain as scorching and burning hellfire flames start to engulf it, burning it alive.
And soon, the acrid smell of sulfur and brimstone is all the remains of the creature, the scorched remains of the hell beast quickly turning a charcoal black as it continues to burn. Eventually, Ghost Rider yanks his chain away from the decaying corpse of the beast, the bones crumbled into pieces within the debris of the crumbling wall.
He stares at the corpse for a brief moment, letting out a satisfied growl before looping the steel chain whip back around his body. Rider turns his flaming skull head back towards his hellish, flaming chopper that was waiting for him nearby.
But just as he starts walking over towards it, the air around him suddenly begins to change.
Rider grunted in confusion, now looking around to see if there was another beast present.
Though..something told him to look up at the sky.
And when he did, what he saw was something that looked very, very much so out of the ordinary. That once calm, serene night star-adorned sky had suddenly become rife with darkened clouds that weren't there before.
Soon, flashes of lightning sparked and crackled within the clouds and what followed next was the rise of an ominous dark and wispy smoke beginning to form out of the corner of his left eye socket.
Rider quickly turns to his left, already unraveling his chain to face whatever Hell had left to offer him. But forming within the mist was a familiar figure that he immediately began to recognize, even before the mist completely dissipated.
That familiar, ghastly pale demon, all clad in black...
“Blackheart…” Rider seethes, voice heavy and gravelly as he stares at the demon who he THOUGHT was back in Hell but yet… no, here he was, back like a fucking parasite.
Blackheart smirks, holding his arms out in an exaggerated, welcoming gesture. “The one and only.”
His smirk widens when he hears the Rider growling but suddenly, a shiver trickles down his spine, pinching out of the flame of cheekiness he had and instead, makes him raise his shoulders and work them around, trying to shake off the feeling of being cold.
But after he shook it off briefly, he refocuses back on Ghost Rider and holds his arms back out, smirking coyly at once more at him.
“Well? Aren’t you gonna give an old friend a hug?” Blackheart teases, leering at the Ghost Rider.
But almost immediately, his jokesy attitude was met with a quick forceful pinning into a nearby brick wall, the empty flaming sockets of the flaming skull looking at him with a searing, undeniable hatred that Blackheart could feel radiate through his touch alone.
The Rider sure knew how to pin people in hard places.
But despite that, he could feel the familiar hellfire heat that the Rider was producing sink into his shivering body but that still didn’t make the frigid feeling go away.
Blackheart needed it closer.
He let out a distinct frustrated groan as he glared into the flaming Rider’s eyes. This time all the souls he had were gone so the Penance Stare wouldn’t do a thing to him...fortunately.
“Go back to Hell, Blackheart….”The Rider seethes, his deep, sounding voice suddenly sending a little shiver down Blackheart’s spine.
And it wasn’t the cold shivers either.
“Well what if I don’t wanna go back?”Blackheart dares, his voice getting distorted before putting his hands on both of the Rider’s arms and quickly turns the situation around, now having the Ghost Rider’s back to the wall and Blackheart pinning him down.
“What if I just want to talk, Johnny? I really don’t want us to fight…Let’s put aside our…differences for a little while, a truce maybe?”Blackheart murmurs coyly with a hint of playfulness in his teasing tone.
A tone that Rider doesn't find at all fucking amusing.
Ghost Rider growls, his flaming skeletal hands now digging themselves into Blackheart's shoulders, his flaring heat so dangerously close to him to the point where if Blackheart didn't play this carefully, those flames could just as easily turn him to ash.
But yet, even with the little bit he was feeling, it felt so fucking good…
“Mmm, because you see Johnny, I can keep calling you that right? Ah hell, it doesn't really matter what I call you! I'll keep doing it anyway. Anywho, I'm having a bit of a…issue -“
But before Blackheart could even finish his sentence, Ghost Rider had taken this opportunity to grab a hold of him and slam him into the ground, hard enough to leave a small crater behind.
Fuck, why did he have to make this hard? He just needed a small favor from him and that favor being him giving some of that Hellfire…
Blackheart lets out a frustrated grunt but he suddenly begins to realize something.
Ghost Rider was on top of him, pinning him down...
‘Fuck…he’s so warm…I need more…’
Blackheart, out of desperation, takes the metaphorical leap of death by pulling the Ghost Rider further down on him, the wonderful feeling of his heat overwhelming him.
The flames of damnation coming off of the Rider’s being makes his eyes nearly roll to the back of his head in pure bliss as the hellfire heat begins to overwhelm him, so much so that a loud, filthy moan escapes from his lips.
‘Ahh…fuck…I need…m..more…’
But suddenly, he is yanked out of his fog of ecstasy by the angry sounding growl of the Ghost Rider.
The Rider pushes himself off of the demon and looks down at him as if in disgust. Blackheart, now out of his horny haze, flashes a cheeky smirk up at him - watching the flaming rider step back away from him, his chain wrapped back around him.
Blackheart chuckled darkly as he slowly stood to his feet, dusting himself off before looking at the flaming rider in front of him. “Can’t we…talk this out like civilized gentlemen, Johnny?”
The Rider yet again doesn't give him an audible reply but he did do something else. He trotted forward, grabbing hold of his neck before lifting him up in the air.
Oh, if the Rider only knew what he was doing to him…
Blackheart's cock is now twitching within its tight confines, aching to be freed. Blackheart, in his teasing ways, laughs breathlessly at how the Rider was reacting.
And both out of sheer madness and arousal, Blackheart lets out another loud cry of pleasure as more hellfire sinks into his shuddering flesh but fuck, he needed MORE.
“F-Fuck, you don’t have to be so rough ..mmm with me…” Blackheart crudely moans out. The Rider snarled at him as a flickering hot flame from his hand licks at Blackheart’s icy cold skin.
Briefly, that flames soothes away the shivers as Blackheart grabs the Rider’s arms and with a burst of strength, manages to get his hands away from around his neck.
Down within his interior of his soulless body, he needed something hot and scorching within his insides.
Blackheart suddenly and rather pervertedly, wonders in his head if everything on the Rider wasn’t entirely bone.
Blackheart, far too deep into this dance with death, tackles the Rider down to the ground before climbing on top and straddling him down.
The Rider let out a low angry roar as the demon on top of him looked into his flaming eye sockets, unafraid and with a face marred with devious playfulness.
“Hah, tell me Rider, did my Father make everything about you completely bone or do you have something special down here?” Blackheart smirks - icy cold fingers walking themselves slowly down his leather jacket until he arrives upon the lower torso.
Ghost Rider stares at him, though he couldn’t tell if he was looking up at him in shock or anger.
You could never really tell what a person’s feeling if they didn't really have...a face.
That’s when he felt it.
Something hot was slowly hardening in the Rider’s lower groin.
Blackheart’s eyes lit up but they remained their obsidian color. His fingers started to trail down to the Rider’s leather tight pants, feeling an overwhelming heat arise from him before his fingers started to trace the outline of a ridiculously large bulge.
“Wel. well then...”Blackheart hums, looking back up at the flaming skull before leaning his head forward and consequently leaned his forehead forward, bravely pressing it against the hardened skull head - the ever-burning flame licking at his cold skin.
“You feel so warm…”Blackheart murmurs, his voice sounding dreamily.
Rider growls, suddenly wrapping both of his arms around the demon straddling him, pulling him down closer until Blackheart’s own erection was grinding against his.
Blackheart let out a sudden gasp then a loud moan when he felt the compression of the Rider’s erection against his, the heat intoxicatingly good.
This was exactly what he had been seeking. This warmth was just what he needed. But he needed it inside of him too…
With a grin on his face, Blackheart traces his black claws lightly along the outline of the Rider’s bulge before immediately finding the zipper and slowly pulling it down.
He had to see it. He just had too. His father just had to put some sort of –
And that’s when he actually touches it. Its warmth was scorching hot to the touch and was sending warming tingles up and down his spine.
Blackheart reaches in earnestly and grips it tightly, feeling flames lick at his hand as he finally whipped it out.
That’s when his eyes went wide in surprise.
It was made out of... solidified magma and fire...
Literally.
It was larger than he thought it was, which excited him even more. “So you are endowed after all…”He murmurs under his breath. Blackheart shifts a bit, acknowledging to the Ghost Rider to move his hands away.
And surprisingly, Rider actually did so - allowing for him to sink down a few more inches until his face was directly in front of it. Blackheart’s eyes widened when he saw a single trickle of what appeared to be thick goo of fiery orange pre-cum going down the flaming phallus.
“Heh…did I make you excited, Johhny?” teased Blackheart before he moved up some, the flickering flames licking at his chin as he got to the tip. That’s when he smirks at the flaming head of the Rider before putting his mouth to the flaming tip.
It was solidified, hard as metal as he pushed down on the tip of it. A rough and rather deep grumble erupted from the person below him as he smirked, pushing down further on it, going from the tip to the base in just seconds.
Blackheart’s eyes nearly rolled at the feeling of warmth and heat in his mouth.
Though he knew that… this wasn’t enough.
He started to bob his head up and down, some of his saliva dripping down the solidified heat rod though it would immediately evaporate due to the heat. He went all the way down until he was firmly pressed against the Rider’s groin, the rumbles and roars of pleasure music to his ears.
He could feel it going down the back of his icy throat, sending warm tickles of heat down his throat. He still maintained an ever-lasting glance on the flaming skull, and this time, if the Penance Stare was attempted, he wouldn’t have any souls to make him go comatose this time. He smirked with it between his very teeth with a lustful look in his obsidian eyes.
Blackheart quickly rose back up to the tip, just barely coming off it only to have his somewhat very long forked black tongue wrap around the phallus from the tip to the base before unraveling it, the tip of his tongue being left around the tip, licking at the heated slit that was producing more and more of the thick orange goo.
He could tell by the looks of it the goo’s consistency and how much more ran free, the Rider was getting closer. He went back down on the phallus, tasting the warm goo on his tongue which sent pleasuring tingles down his spine, his own cock now stirring even more within the tight confines of his pants.
Blackheart eventually reaches down to his own pants with his free hand as he continues to suck and bob up and down on the fiery dick. And once he freed himself of his tight confiding pants, he grasped his own dick in his free hand and started to stroke himself.
His moans were muffled as he did so, sending vibrations down to the Rider’s cock. That’s when he felt two bony hands grasping the back of his head before forcing it down further.
And then suddenly, he hears a loud roar, a roar so loud that it sent more shivers down his spine, as he felt something very...very hot being released down his throat.
It tasted…delicious…but most of all…it felt scorching.
The Rider was coming right down his throat.
Blackheart had no other choice than to swallow as much as he could but it just kept coming and coming, filling his mouth until some oozed down the corner of his mouth.
His obsidian-black eyes roll upwards toward the back of his head, Blackheart savours the feeling of Rider's cum filling his mouth. He swallows as much of it as he can but eventually, he finds himself unable to swallow much more of it, forcing him to pull Rider's cock out of his mouth, his cock still sprouting his load.
But instead of letting it just go to complete waste, he lets his face get covered in the warm, lava-levels of hot gooey semen of the Ghost Rider. His pale skin contrasted with the somewhat lava-orange colored cum that dribbles down his face. And fuck...it felt so good on his skin… but it’ll feel even better inside.
Blackheart grins as Rider finally finishes cumming on him with a rough groan. Blackheart crawls on top of him and then gets in front of the flaming skull’s face.
“Mmm, who knew you would be so pent up…But, I’m nowhere near being done with you yet, Johnny…I want more.” His voice soon became a slight bit distorted as he looked into the flaming eye sockets.
The Rider lets out a low growl, letting a few flames lick at the demon’s face as he did, which did nothing more than make Blackheart even more hornier for what the Rider had to offer.
Within mere seconds, Blackheart had snapped his fingers and had his coat, pants and underwear removed. Then, Blackheart moved his hand up to his face and coated two of his fingers with some of the semen that still dripped off his face.
He then sits on the Rider’s abdomen, grinning down at him as he slipped his fingers inside of his rather tight entrance, gasping as the semen eased and added a slickness to his inner walls.
He groaned at the feeling of his fingers being inside. He moaned when his fingers brushed against a spot within his barrier that made him clench around his own fingers. But that’s when he felt something hot and bony place itself on his ass and he raised an eyebrow when he looked at the Rider, looking rather risqué with the gooey cum dripping down his face.
Blackheart's face was getting a little red… JUST a LITTLE red.
Ghost Rider places his hand on Blackheart’s ass, tilting his skull a little, looking up at him with curiosity. That’s when he moved his fingers towards where Blackheart’s working fingers were moving.
Slowly, he pulled his wet fingers out and then in place of those fingers were Rider’s bony and fiery fingers. Blackheart arches his back when he felt the heat of those fingers warming his inner walls.
It was just sooo good….
“G – Go ahead Johnny, heh…fuck me…”He pants out with a smile as he gripps the Rider’s leather jacket when he inserted another finger which made him moan out loudly, feeling the bony fingers stab and stretch him out.
“Nngh…oh fuck…”
That’s when the fingers roughly pulled out, leaving his hole to gape open for a moment, the cold air hitting it which lead him to shiver but that’s when he felt something burning and hot against his rim which soon came closer as the Rider guided his cock inside of him, pushing past the tight rim and into the nice little tight barrier.
Blackheart’s eyes went wide at the feeling of the heat-rod pushing inside of him. It practically stretched him out more than he thought, making him instantly moan when he felt it hit that spot head on.
That’s when the sound of thunder roared in his ears. The Rider gripped his ass tightly as he began to move him up and down rather quickly without giving him the time to adjust, sending moan after gasp and after pant out of his mouth.
“T-That’s it…!”Blackheart pants, his voice now distorted and breathless as the Rider growls, his pace getting remarkably faster, forcing Blackheart to hold on tight to his shoulders.
That’s when lightning crackled the sky and following with it, Rain came pouring down on them vigorously. Blackheart feels his insides getting warmer and warmer, soon to the point where his barrier and his insides were feeling like they were on fire.
In a good, fucking way.
“O-Oh fuck, yesss…ahh Johnny y-you, hnnn... animal!” He cries out, his tongue now hanging out of his mouth - drool escaping down the corners of his mouth and down his chin.
Rain is falling down on him, soaking his hair and soaking his body, Blackheart's mind now far too wrecked with pleasure and pure ecstasy. His eyes were rolling back as Rider picked up the pace of his hard-hitting thrusts. And with that carnal rush, Blackheart found himself getting closer to the edge, the edge of sweet, sweet fucking release.
Suddenly, the Rider quickly changed the position to where Blackheart was on his back and Ghost Rider was on top of him in between his legs. He gasped when he felt the fiery dick inside of him shift into an angle that automatically hit his prostate each time Rider slammed his cock inside of him.
Blackheart arches his back, groaning loudly as he wraps his legs around Rider’s waist. “F-Fucking shit, I’m s-so c-close, ahhfuck Johnnny…m-more!”he moans - now so terribly close to the edge, if he were to hit it one more time…
And that’s exactly what the Rider does - the fiery tip of his cock slams into Blackheart’s prostate so sharply and so fluidly, Blackheart couldn’t help but scream.
“FUCK I-I’M CUMMING!”Blackheart screams out, lightning flashing and sparking violently across the sky, along with the loud rumbling sound of thunder as he finally came, his chest now painted white with his own semen while the Ghost Rider roars ever so loudly and slammed inside of him one more time before releasing another geyser of cum, this time within Blackheart.
Blackheart’s insides were feeling fiery and warm as more and more of Ghost Rider’s semen filled his insides, his eyes fluttering as he could feel the pleasing relief of Hell’s Hellfire swelling within him again.
Finally when the Rider was finished, he slowly pulled out, his cum squirting out of Blackheart’s gaping hole - a testament to just how much he released inside of him.
There was so much so that now, Blackheart’s stomach had grown a bit distended…
The Rider’s cock was still hard but he receded back, looking down at Blackheart who was all fuckered out, rain still pouring down on him though it wasn’t raining down as hard as it was before his climax.
He panted as he looked at the Rider with a devious smirk on his face. “T…That was better than I would expect of you …Johnny…”
The Rider slowly stands to his feet, tucking himself back into his pants and he slowly turns away but as soon as he was about to leave and get back on his Chopper, he could hear the devious chuckling of the demon from behind him.
Rider turns and looks back to see that the demon had disappeared. But when he turned around, Blackheart was staring him directly in the face and standing right in front of him - a little too close.
He was now fully clothed, cleaned up and fully conscious as if not too long, he wasn't just laying on the ground somewhat out of it and rambling.
“You know Johnny or…Rider… Anytime you want to do that again …I’ll be around.”Blackheart teased, voice now sounding distorted in tone as the Rider growled at him in response but then suddenly, a hand on his groin had changed that sense of protest.
He smirked broadly in response to the feeling of the Rider's warm groin under his hand. “And…thank you for warming me up.” Blackheart says before reaching up and coming up close to the side of the Rider’s jaw, watching the fire turn a blackish smoke as he planted a soft little… kiss on it.
Blackheart slowly pulls away, watching as the fire ignites back up before he finally turns into a wispy cloud of dark smoke, producing a vicious storm of severe rain and thunder and lightning in his wake as he did before finally…disappearing.
Leaving Ghost Rider to stand there in that alley way, the rain still steadily falling from the heavens above. He moves his hand up to his skull in annoyance.
“I should’ve burned him to ashes when I had the chance.”Rider mutters angrily to himself before shaking his head and making his way over to his Chopper. And once on his Chopper, he starts it up and rides out of the alleyway, leaving hellfire trails in his wake.
Blackheart reappears back out into the now dark and stormy Chihuahuan Desert, there was a devious smirk on his lips as he placed a hand on his still slightly distended stomach.
He could still feel the warm semen of the Rider deep inside of him which had been enough to completely reignite Hell's flame within his body right back up.
Maybe roaming Earth wasn’t such a bad punishment at all…
There was fun to be had here, just so as long as the Ghost Rider was around…
Blackheart could make this work.
Yeah…he would be just fine here…
Just fine indeed.
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THE END.