( The symbol beneath them glows, bathing them in warm light as Miyano orgasms. Every drip of come that touches the symbol makes it brighten, and Bruce doesn't bother to hide his moan. His head tips down, watching Miyano intently as he feels the power that steadily courses through him. Every flutter of that throat around his cock threatens to snatch another sound from him, and the idea of continuing just like this is tempting. Fucking his throat until Miyano is choking on his come.
But another idea comes to him.
His hands move to tug Miyano off his cock, a string of gleaming saliva the only thing that connects those swollen lips and cock. It's an easy thing to move around Miyano, hands and tail abandoning him for the moment. He settles easily behind him, trailing one hand over the bare back to push the teen's shoulders to the ground, his other hand tipping his hips to bring his ass higher, better angled for Bruce's attention. There's no warning when his tail moves again, winding back around the teen's cock to stroke him still. )
Don't hold anything back. ( Is all Bruce says as his hands move, spreading the smooth cheeks to give him a glimpse of his hole. He wants to hear every sound, to see Miyano squirm, to send him over the edge with more orgasms if he can. He wets his lips, his own cock twitching at the sight. ) Have you touched yourself here? ( He wonders as he leans down, dragging his tongue slowly over the tight hole, hands squeezing those cheeks in his hands. )
[Even though he's nearly out of his mind with pleasure, his breath coming hoarse and ragged, Miyano still chases weakly after the demon's cock as it slides free from his throat, coughing a few times, saliva dripping from his lips, his chin. He looks a wreck, flushed and hazy-eyed and gasping, but there's something inside him that just wants more, more, more.
And he gets it, the warm hand pushing his shoulders down, raising his hips, and Miya submits to it eagerly, even though the firm strokes from the long tail make him whine with dizzy overstimulation. He's still coming down from his climax, but the demon doesn't seem to care, already pushing him unstoppably towards another. There's something heady and addictive in the thought that there's nothing he can do, that the demon will stop when he's done and not one moment before. It's so wrong it's right.
The slick feel of the demon's tongue gets a stuttered, sobbing moan, Miyano hiding his face against his arms as he nods, ears bright red with embarrassment.] S-Sometimes... [It's a lie, an understatement; most times he needs some sort of fullness there in order to get off. He's pretty sure the demon will know he's lying. He's pretty sure that thought shouldn't be as thrilling as it is.]
( It's easy to know when a human is lying. Bruce can taste it, smell it. And he knows Miyano is lying. It's a thought that makes him wonder how far he's gone,what he does to himself...
He makes a faint sound of acknowledgement before turning his attention fully Miyano's body. He works his tongue against his hole, slow and intent, shameless in how he uses his tongue to spread the thick, slick saliva. Those strong hands move to grip tight at Miyano's hips, holding him still as his tongue works him open and his tail continues to stroke his cock. )
[Miya makes a strangled, needy sound against his folded arms, back arching, hips pushing back as the demon's tongue works incessantly against his hole, coaxing it open, leaving him slick and dripping wet. It's clear what's coming next, and the mark on his stomach burns bright and eager at the thought of it, of getting what he's secretly desired since the demon had first appeared. It doesn't matter what comes afterwards, as long as he's wholly and completely consumed and used before it happens.
The tail stroking him back to hardness should be painful -- Miyano's young, but even he doesn't have a recovery period that short. But he rocks his hips eagerly, needily, not caring that coming again so quickly could probably ruin him, could make any sexual experience pale in comparison. All he cares about is the pleasure, the sensation, the feeling of the demon's hand's on his hips, the tongue pressing inside him, the building anticipation of what's coming next.]
( The motions of his tongue are unrelenting, broad and wet. No one else will be able to bring Miyano to this peak ever again, and that thought has his own cock dripping in anticipation. A virgin human, ruined at his hands now and for the rest of his days to come.
His hands grip tighter still, certain to leave marks under those large hands, the tips of his nails pressing into the fair skin. He wants to be sure every time Miyano looks at himself in the days to come, all he sees is the reminders of him. Of everything he's done to him.
The thick tongue continues it's motions, dips deeper still. He's mindful of every reaction he pulls out of Miyano as he explores him with his tongue and keeps stroking him with the length of his tail. )
Please, please, pleasepleaseplease... [Miyano is barely aware that he's begging, that his back is bowed tightly, hips bucking backwards against the demon's long, thick, slick tongue plunging inside him, then forward into the tight coil of his tail. He doesn't know whether he's begging for more or for mercy, his body pushed through the aftershocks of his first climax right into another without time to rest or recover.
It seems impossible, but Miyano can feel himself about to come again, nerves rubbed raw, oversensitive jolts quivering through his body over and over. It feels like too much, too soon, but it's inescapable, and he's sobbing open-mouthed and needy and desperate as the combination of the strokes and the relentless movement of the demon's tongue forces him back over the edge. He jerks and shudders beneath those huge hands, barely feeling the wet heat of his release add to the mess coating his stomach and chest.
And it doesn't stop. Miyano hadn't anticipated it would, he'd known this is just the beginning, but he still squirms weakly beneath the demon, whole body shivering and helpless.]
( Miyano is close. Bruce can sense it, feel the building energy from the mark on that fair skin. It's enough that he works his tongue deeper still, firm and unyielding in every stroke, tail coiled tight around Miyano.
He drinks in every movement and sound his sacrifice makes greedily, the energy that simmers under his skin earning a soft sound from his throat. And when he feels Miyano's body react to it's second orgasm, he moans in satisfaction. The mark glows brighter against Miyano's skin, becoming warmer and warmer. Bruce's attention doesn't relent, works against the way his hole flutters around his tongue and holding his hips as he continues to work him through his orgasm.
It's only when those tremors slow and his muscles start to relax that Bruce finally pulls away. He angles those slender hips easily with the strong hands as he moves closer, and the only hint of a warning of what's coming is one hand disappearing from Miyano's hip. He wraps a hand around his thick cock, guiding it to the slick hole to press inside slowly.
His hands are back on Miyano's hips quickly, holding him, as his tip slips into him. There's a low, pleased groan at the tight heat that grips him, and then, his hips jerk forward, sinking him more than halfway into the teen. )
[The demon's thick, ridged cock plunges inside him -- a bit, then all at once, sudden enough that Miya gasps, thighs shuddering at the overwhelming wave of pleasure that floods over him. If there's any pain, it's immediately drowned out, eclipsed by the heat and fullness, the dizzying conviction that this is so good, so right, this is what he needed, what he's been waiting for. That's at least partially the fault of the mark burning on his stomach, but Miyano's two climaxes in and logic has long since left.
He's shivering so hard that he can barely hold himself up, propped on his elbows, hips gripped so tightly in the demon's hands. Still, Miyano arches his back as much as he can, whining thick and needy and pushing back against the demon's cock, trying to nudge even more of it inside him. He can feel it so deep already, but its not enough, not yet.]
Please, p-please, please... [He chokes it out, hair falling in his face, looking back over his shoulder, eyes hazy and hot ] A-All of it, I need it all--!
( Miyano is trembling under his hands, and Bruce grips harder still. Color is blossoming under his hands on that fair skin, but the strength in his hands is unrelenting and solid, prepared to keep the teen's hips up in their place even if his arms give out. The length of his tail finally uncoils from around the other's cock, instead letting the soft, warm spade at the tip trail over his back and sides the same way his hands might have if they were free.
He holds himself still, letting Miyano move. He watches him with bright eyes, amused, at how he tries to sink deeper back on him, how he pleads for more. But when their eyes meet, he finally relents.
His hips push forward, sinking slowly into the tight hole. His own voice catches in his throat on a moan, and he breathes out slowly when he feels the teen's stretched rim bump the swollen knot at the base of his cock. That'll come soon, he thinks eagerly, and after a couple of seconds of enjoying being seated inside Miyano, he's pulling out almost fully, leaving just the tip. Then he's driving back in, fast and hard. )
[The demon's cock finally, finally glides inside him, and Miyano's breath stutters in his throat, whole body going molten hot with pleasure, with relief, with delight. Even as his arms buckle and his thighs shake, he feels no pain, no fear, not anymore. Nevermind that the thick, hard cock inside him is so huge it makes a visible bulge in his belly, or that every movement knocks the breath out of him once more.
It's so good. It’s so good and right and perfect, it's what he was made for, to moan prettily and needily beneath this magnificent being. Later, Miyano will realize this slavish way of thinking was likely due to the symbols still seared across his belly, altering his thoughts themselves.
Now, though, all he does is choke out a gasp of heated pleasure as the demon slides free, then plunges back inside his eager body. At this rate, he's going to end up coming again and again as the demon uses his offered-up body. The thought makes him shiver, pushing back his hips for more.] Y-Yes, yes, please, please, please don't stop--!
( The way Miyano is moving and pleading for him, Bruce knows this is it. That this boy on his cock will never find this kind of bliss with another. No one that will fill him so thoroughly, leave him desperate and pleading for more.
He finds a smooth rhythm of deep, hard thrusts, leaning over the teen so that one hand can slide over his middle, feel that bulge that stretches his belly with every motion. The thought of fucking Miyano again, in all sorts of different ways, to see every way his body reacts, to watch his face properly fuels him. Miyano is his, he muses, his to use now and any time he pleases. )
Tell me what you want. Make sure all these people can hear.
( His thrusts pause for a moment, and he grinds slow and intent against Miyano's ass. The thick bulge of his knot threatens to push through, to fill him as Bruce gets closer and closer to his own orgasm. )
[The command gets a needy, plaintive whine as the thrusts get deeper and harder, as the warm stone of the altar presses against Miyano's chest, his back arched, hips rocking back to meet each thrust. He'd entirely forgotten there was anyone else present, that an entire group was witnessing him being defiled, watching the demon fuck him. Later, he'll be embarrassed by it.
Now, though, all he does is do his best to obey, because the demon is pausing, slowing, and Miya desperately needs to come again. He needs the demon to fill him, needs it so deep and hard he can feel it in his throat, needs it nowI.
So he chokes it out, pleadingly, trying to rock his hips back and get the demon's cock deeper inside him, looking back over his shoulder with hazy-eyed desperation.] P-Please, please don't stop, p-please keep f-fucking me, please c-come ins-side me, please!
( The way Miyano rocks back against him makes his knot grind against the teen's hole. He groans softly at the feeling, and he presses his chest harder down on the slender back. His lips part, mouthing at the teen's shoulder. The sharp points of his teeth graze over the soft skin, leaving bright red lines in their wake. )
Good. ( He praises softly, and he rocks his hips, sinking hard and deep into Miyano. Over and over in a steady rhythm. There's no better feeling than having someone beneath him like this, pleading to be ruined. ) Ask me again.
(Beg him, he means. Keep begging him as he fucks him.
There's another drag of his teeth, and he pauses at the base of Miyano's neck. There's a sharp press of his teeth that threatens to break skin. It doesn't, but it's enough that color will blossom.
And as he bites down, his hips surge forward, knot pushing through Miyano's already stretched rim. )
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But another idea comes to him.
His hands move to tug Miyano off his cock, a string of gleaming saliva the only thing that connects those swollen lips and cock. It's an easy thing to move around Miyano, hands and tail abandoning him for the moment. He settles easily behind him, trailing one hand over the bare back to push the teen's shoulders to the ground, his other hand tipping his hips to bring his ass higher, better angled for Bruce's attention. There's no warning when his tail moves again, winding back around the teen's cock to stroke him still. )
Don't hold anything back. ( Is all Bruce says as his hands move, spreading the smooth cheeks to give him a glimpse of his hole. He wants to hear every sound, to see Miyano squirm, to send him over the edge with more orgasms if he can. He wets his lips, his own cock twitching at the sight. ) Have you touched yourself here? ( He wonders as he leans down, dragging his tongue slowly over the tight hole, hands squeezing those cheeks in his hands. )
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And he gets it, the warm hand pushing his shoulders down, raising his hips, and Miya submits to it eagerly, even though the firm strokes from the long tail make him whine with dizzy overstimulation. He's still coming down from his climax, but the demon doesn't seem to care, already pushing him unstoppably towards another. There's something heady and addictive in the thought that there's nothing he can do, that the demon will stop when he's done and not one moment before. It's so wrong it's right.
The slick feel of the demon's tongue gets a stuttered, sobbing moan, Miyano hiding his face against his arms as he nods, ears bright red with embarrassment.] S-Sometimes... [It's a lie, an understatement; most times he needs some sort of fullness there in order to get off. He's pretty sure the demon will know he's lying. He's pretty sure that thought shouldn't be as thrilling as it is.]
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He makes a faint sound of acknowledgement before turning his attention fully Miyano's body. He works his tongue against his hole, slow and intent, shameless in how he uses his tongue to spread the thick, slick saliva. Those strong hands move to grip tight at Miyano's hips, holding him still as his tongue works him open and his tail continues to stroke his cock. )
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The tail stroking him back to hardness should be painful -- Miyano's young, but even he doesn't have a recovery period that short. But he rocks his hips eagerly, needily, not caring that coming again so quickly could probably ruin him, could make any sexual experience pale in comparison. All he cares about is the pleasure, the sensation, the feeling of the demon's hand's on his hips, the tongue pressing inside him, the building anticipation of what's coming next.]
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His hands grip tighter still, certain to leave marks under those large hands, the tips of his nails pressing into the fair skin. He wants to be sure every time Miyano looks at himself in the days to come, all he sees is the reminders of him. Of everything he's done to him.
The thick tongue continues it's motions, dips deeper still. He's mindful of every reaction he pulls out of Miyano as he explores him with his tongue and keeps stroking him with the length of his tail. )
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It seems impossible, but Miyano can feel himself about to come again, nerves rubbed raw, oversensitive jolts quivering through his body over and over. It feels like too much, too soon, but it's inescapable, and he's sobbing open-mouthed and needy and desperate as the combination of the strokes and the relentless movement of the demon's tongue forces him back over the edge. He jerks and shudders beneath those huge hands, barely feeling the wet heat of his release add to the mess coating his stomach and chest.
And it doesn't stop. Miyano hadn't anticipated it would, he'd known this is just the beginning, but he still squirms weakly beneath the demon, whole body shivering and helpless.]
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He drinks in every movement and sound his sacrifice makes greedily, the energy that simmers under his skin earning a soft sound from his throat. And when he feels Miyano's body react to it's second orgasm, he moans in satisfaction. The mark glows brighter against Miyano's skin, becoming warmer and warmer. Bruce's attention doesn't relent, works against the way his hole flutters around his tongue and holding his hips as he continues to work him through his orgasm.
It's only when those tremors slow and his muscles start to relax that Bruce finally pulls away. He angles those slender hips easily with the strong hands as he moves closer, and the only hint of a warning of what's coming is one hand disappearing from Miyano's hip. He wraps a hand around his thick cock, guiding it to the slick hole to press inside slowly.
His hands are back on Miyano's hips quickly, holding him, as his tip slips into him. There's a low, pleased groan at the tight heat that grips him, and then, his hips jerk forward, sinking him more than halfway into the teen. )
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He's shivering so hard that he can barely hold himself up, propped on his elbows, hips gripped so tightly in the demon's hands. Still, Miyano arches his back as much as he can, whining thick and needy and pushing back against the demon's cock, trying to nudge even more of it inside him. He can feel it so deep already, but its not enough, not yet.]
Please, p-please, please... [He chokes it out, hair falling in his face, looking back over his shoulder, eyes hazy and hot ] A-All of it, I need it all--!
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He holds himself still, letting Miyano move. He watches him with bright eyes, amused, at how he tries to sink deeper back on him, how he pleads for more. But when their eyes meet, he finally relents.
His hips push forward, sinking slowly into the tight hole. His own voice catches in his throat on a moan, and he breathes out slowly when he feels the teen's stretched rim bump the swollen knot at the base of his cock. That'll come soon, he thinks eagerly, and after a couple of seconds of enjoying being seated inside Miyano, he's pulling out almost fully, leaving just the tip. Then he's driving back in, fast and hard. )
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It's so good. It’s so good and right and perfect, it's what he was made for, to moan prettily and needily beneath this magnificent being. Later, Miyano will realize this slavish way of thinking was likely due to the symbols still seared across his belly, altering his thoughts themselves.
Now, though, all he does is choke out a gasp of heated pleasure as the demon slides free, then plunges back inside his eager body. At this rate, he's going to end up coming again and again as the demon uses his offered-up body. The thought makes him shiver, pushing back his hips for more.] Y-Yes, yes, please, please, please don't stop--!
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He finds a smooth rhythm of deep, hard thrusts, leaning over the teen so that one hand can slide over his middle, feel that bulge that stretches his belly with every motion. The thought of fucking Miyano again, in all sorts of different ways, to see every way his body reacts, to watch his face properly fuels him. Miyano is his, he muses, his to use now and any time he pleases. )
Tell me what you want. Make sure all these people can hear.
( His thrusts pause for a moment, and he grinds slow and intent against Miyano's ass. The thick bulge of his knot threatens to push through, to fill him as Bruce gets closer and closer to his own orgasm. )
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Now, though, all he does is do his best to obey, because the demon is pausing, slowing, and Miya desperately needs to come again. He needs the demon to fill him, needs it so deep and hard he can feel it in his throat, needs it nowI.
So he chokes it out, pleadingly, trying to rock his hips back and get the demon's cock deeper inside him, looking back over his shoulder with hazy-eyed desperation.] P-Please, please don't stop, p-please keep f-fucking me, please c-come ins-side me, please!
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Good. ( He praises softly, and he rocks his hips, sinking hard and deep into Miyano. Over and over in a steady rhythm. There's no better feeling than having someone beneath him like this, pleading to be ruined. ) Ask me again.
( Beg him, he means. Keep begging him as he fucks him.
There's another drag of his teeth, and he pauses at the base of Miyano's neck. There's a sharp press of his teeth that threatens to break skin. It doesn't, but it's enough that color will blossom.
And as he bites down, his hips surge forward, knot pushing through Miyano's already stretched rim. )