[It's definitely an effect of the drug and the marks on his abdomen, but that short, simple word of approval is more than enough to have Miyano's entire body shivering in delight, deliriously proud of himself for having earned the demon's praise. His mind is so cloudy, so hazy, no room for anything except the need to service, to please and obey and submit.
Even the tight hand in his hair, the rough way Miya's mouth is guided on and off the massive cock feels good, feels right in a way nothing else ever has. Of course it's better for the demon to take control -- he knows better, he's done this countless times before, Miyano would never be able to please him without direction. So he doesn't resist, doesn't fight back, even when the punishing thrusts down his throat make his eyes water, make him choke from the thick weight of the demon's cock.
Miyano just kneels there, hands braced on the demon's powerful thighs, submitting to the rhythmic plunges down his throat. There's soon saliva streaking his chin, his neck, from each time he's gagged on the demon's cock, leaving it slick and gleaming in the moonlight every time it slides past his bruised lips.
There's a low, needy moan amidst the thick, choking noises of Miya getting his throat fucked, prompted by the teasing movements of the demon's tail. The teen is achingly hard, and even the slow, gentle touches to his aching cock have his teary eyes looking up in silent pleading. He wants to come badly, so much it's painful, but he isn't about to without permission.]
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Date: 2022-09-11 10:58 pm (UTC)Even the tight hand in his hair, the rough way Miya's mouth is guided on and off the massive cock feels good, feels right in a way nothing else ever has. Of course it's better for the demon to take control -- he knows better, he's done this countless times before, Miyano would never be able to please him without direction. So he doesn't resist, doesn't fight back, even when the punishing thrusts down his throat make his eyes water, make him choke from the thick weight of the demon's cock.
Miyano just kneels there, hands braced on the demon's powerful thighs, submitting to the rhythmic plunges down his throat. There's soon saliva streaking his chin, his neck, from each time he's gagged on the demon's cock, leaving it slick and gleaming in the moonlight every time it slides past his bruised lips.
There's a low, needy moan amidst the thick, choking noises of Miya getting his throat fucked, prompted by the teasing movements of the demon's tail. The teen is achingly hard, and even the slow, gentle touches to his aching cock have his teary eyes looking up in silent pleading. He wants to come badly, so much it's painful, but he isn't about to without permission.]