"Fuck! You're so fucking tight!" He pushes himself deeper into the beast it's many tendrils and hands wrapping around him.
A chuckle from behind reminds him of the other human in the room. "I told you, man. It's like a death grip." His brother steadies the camera in one hand taking care of his erection with the other.
The thing below him hums is a seductive and choppy tone, it's hands pulling him closer and whispering to him.
[Image Description: Red elder futhark runic text on a black background. The text is an archaic, cryptic, alien design that roughly translates to the following. "Once I drain you of seed, I will drain your eager nerd of a brother as well." End Image description]
He shudders at the sound of it's voice and struggles to pull back far enough to deliver another thrust. A whimper escapes from him as a tendril spanks him and one slithers tightly around his neck.
It belts in a sing-song tone.
[ID: Red elder futhark runic text on a black background. The text roughly translates to, "Sing cute boy, sing a cute song. Soon I will make you sing like a bard." End ID]
It hits him now that he's elbow and knee deep into this thing and it's only slithering more and more up his body. "Uh- Uhm- Dude, this thing (fuck) This thing's not gonna e-eat me right?" He says through half-moans.
"Hm? Oh, no dude you're... No, you're probably fine." He answered half listening to his brother's concern as he rides the edge of an orgasm.
"Probably?" The older brother yelps.
The demon considers the thought, wrapping a few long and soft fingers around his rear. It chitters and whirs in it's archaic language in denial.
[ID: Red elder futhark runic text on a black background. The text roughly translates to, "Hahaha. That's so tempting sweet boy. So tempting... But I need you boys. I love the way your flesh drips and stinks." End ID]
"Mmn~" His brother moans. "Pretty sure that's a negative on the vore thing. I think it said it likes the way you smell~" He drawls out in a pleasurable daze.
The boy tangled with the monster in the center of the summoning circle twists in the thing's grip. "Fuuu-uck. I- It won't- (holy shit) It won't let me pull out!"
He cranes his neck far back enough to see his brother, humming mindlessly, fingers brushing lightly against his leaking sex. "Why would you want to?" His voice is distant and his eyes are black pits with red lights reflecting from somewhere far away.
The growing heat in his loins sits in the back of his mind while the words push to the front.
[ID: Red text on a black background. The text is a mix of runes and letters replacing the letter "O" and "T" with runes. The text reads "Why would you want that?" End ID]
It doesn't do what he expected, it makes his thoughts clearer. Why would he want to pull out? This is what he came for, to offer his seed. Pulling out would defeat the point. He was warned that it gets handsy, that it would wrap itself around him and pull him in.
The demon's yawn interrupts into his thoughts.
[ID: Red elder futhark runic text on a black background. The text roughly translates to, "Lower the temp on those budding boy tits of yours." End ID]
Yeah. He feels himself agreeing with the demon. He really should. He should just relax.
He always got nerves like this, the panic. Even with the two human sexual partners he's been with in his college life, it always gets to him. The blood rushes to his head and it makes it so hard to think.
His body jerks back into the moment when a hand reaches up from the pile of a demon and slips past his lips letting the drool flow as his expression and posture slacks. This is nice.
[ID: Red elder futhark runic text on a black background. The text roughly translates to, "You boys are even cuter when you focus." End ID]
With a shaky and bliss filled breath, he lets out a happy sigh at the words of the beast. The beast is so smart, so right. He should just...
Feeling his legs pulse with energy as wet, hot tendrils and thin diligent fingers work his skin, he takes a deep breath, tasting the sin in the air. He pulls his hips back with a shiver and thrusts forward into the tight red folds of climax.
A beautiful shape flashes it's way into view.
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The teen in all black shoved the choir boy down onto of the pews of an empty church. He quickly pushes himself down on top of him grinding into him and assaulting his neck with his mouth.
His protests ring out through the building, gasping and begging about getting caught, about blasphemy, about someone hearing them. He pushes his hips back into the heretic out of instinct despite his hands working to push his aggressive kisses away.
A chuckle creeps from the assailant's throat. "Aw~ You're so cute when you're all flustered." He works his hand down the squirming boy's pants and he holds back a moan, throwing his hand over his mouth.
"Hey." He puts his his lips to the church boy's ear.
"You can scream as loud as you want and your god still won't hear you." His fingers push into the boy who lets out a small strangled breath.
"Could you imagine? Your lord and savoir listening to you moan like a whore?"
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