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“Get moving, scum!” The demon behind Rayan jabbed at the small of his back with a spear, shoving him forward toward a dingy, damp cell. “Let’s see if you can keep your mouth shut much longer!” Flinging the door shut once Rayan stepped inside, the demon sneered through the bars, beanpole body puffed up with self-importance. No doubt this was one of the few instances of authority a peon like him ever wielded.

Rayan watched as the demon walked away, leaning against the back wall of his cell and scanning his surroundings with a bored expression. It wasn’t that he wasn’t telling the demons about some master plan, or that he was covering for someone else, no. Letting himself get captured WAS the plan. He was exactly where he wanted to be, where he headed from the moment he was transported to this world.

In the beginning, he thought this place was nothing but a dream, but after his first run-in with a monster and the subsequent power-leveling spree that followed, resulting in his level maxing out and his reputation as a famed hunter, he soon realized this was his new reality. This revelation excited him in a way that would be considered utterly out of touch with his reputation as a hero. If this was reality, it meant that the demons, the bulging, muscled monsters that he sent to their graves in droves, were real as well. Real enough that he could indulge in his long-held fantasies.

Licking his lower lip and adjusting the growing bulge in his pants, Rayan lamented how long it took him to realize. All those demon generals, some shirtless, some wearing nothing but a loincloth, could have been such fun playthings, rather than a surge of experience to fill a silly bar that raised his already inflated stats. Still, he had all the time in the world to make up for those wasted opportunities, he supposed. Though he hadn’t been impressed with the quality of the demon troops that “defeated” him and dragged him into this place, he was sure he’d find worthy prey soon enough. In the meantime, he scanned his surroundings, still stroking his growing erection beneath his tattered, purposefully shabby clothing.

A groan from a nearby cell draws the hero’s attention, and he grins to himself as he notices his neighbor shivering beneath a threadbare blanket on the moist, stone floor. Jackpot. Green skin and frazzled braids tell him the man is an orc, but what draws his interest most is the warrior’s physique barely covered by the thin fabric, only slightly spoiled by the conditions. Exactly his type. And judging by the other man’s slumped-over posture, he’d already been broken in by his confinement. All the easier to coax.

“Hey.” Snapping his fingers, Rayan let go of his half-hard cock, kneeling by the bars and picking up a nearby pebble to chuck it at the orc’s head. “Wake up.” Gripping the bars, Rayan rattled them softly when the other prisoner barely stirred. “Come on, man. I’ve got an offer for you.”

“What?” Blinking away sleep, the orc straightened, grimacing as he sat up against the wall behind him, his blanket falling from bare shoulders. With a stretch, he stared at Rayan in confusion, suspicion written across his face once he took in the human’s unassumingly average build, brown hair, and clothing befitting a beggar. “Don’t be so loud. They’ll punish us both.”

“Oh, don’t be that way.” Rayan smiled magnanimously as he reached behind his back, using one of the many magic spells he learned on his travels to summon a loaf of bread and bring it into sight. “I smuggled something in for you. Don’t you want it?” Waggling the pristine, bakery-quality bread at the obviously starved orc, he ripped off a bite and swallowed it down. Baiting the hook was always important before reeling in a catch, and he wanted nothing more than to land this fish. He’d never seduced an orc before, but men were universally easy once you knew what they wanted.

Crossing the space between them with a huff, the orc reached through the bars, straining to try to grab at the food. “Give me that. I haven’t eaten in three days.” Rasping his words, he only had eyes for the food, a trickle of drool dribbling down the corner of his mouth, over his tusk. “I’ll do anything. Please.” He adds without looking away, his flexed chest muscles framed by the bars.

“Anything, you say?” Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, Rayan waggled the bread just out of reach, then reached out to trail a finger over the orc’s chest, flicking a nipple with a mischievous wink. “Why don’t you show me that you want it?” Gesturing downward, he dug a finger into the strip of leather keeping the orc’s loincloth in place, sneaking a peek at the flaccid cock bundled within and resisting the urge to rip it off himself. It was so much better when they cooperated. “Take this off.”

Face contorting in disgust at the implication, the orc leaned back, though his expression soon changed back to longing. Principles often crumbled in the face of need, and it seemed that this man was no different, despite his species. “You disgusting-” Biting his tongue, he sighed in defeat before reaching down to the knot holding his manhood in place and untying it, letting it fall to the ground and revealing a sizable length of green meat that slightly recoiled at the damp cold of the cell, nestled above two grapefruit-sized balls. He shivered, his hand lowering to cover himself before he seemingly realized that it might hurt his chances at his prize.

Before the orc could scoot backward, Rayan reached through the bars, pressing the bread into the orc’s outstretched palm with his other hand as he palmed one of those fat nuts. “Good boy. You must be so pent up in this nasty place.” Curling his fingers, he cradled that shaft in warm fingers, rolling it around and admiring the uncut shaft as it peeked in and out of its cute little hood. It wasn’t the first orc he’d handled, but it was certainly the biggest. What a pleasant surprise. Now he simply had to give a little more encouragement, and he’d get his way. “Why don’t we make a deal? You let me do as I like, and I’ll make things much more comfortable for you.”

Distracted by shoveling the bread into his mouth, the orc doesn’t react to Rayan’s blatant groping until he grows to half-mast, though his halfhearted attempt at retreat lingers at the insistent stroke, enticed by stimulation he surely hadn’t received in far too long. “You? What could you possibly do? You’re trapped in here, just like me.” Legs spread apart, the orc tried to extract himself from Rayan’s grip, though his cock protested as it sprang to full mast, a pearl of precum gracing the tip.

Smirking, Rayan pulled his pants down, transferring the slippery bit of orc arousal to his own straining cock and shuddering at the sensation. With his free hand, he drew a glittering symbol in the air, grasping the red fruit that appeared and offering it to his bewildered neighbor. “I can get you anything you want. Beer, blankets, food, enough to make your stay so much less unpleasant. All I want is for you to stick that…” Rayan trails off as he strips off the rest of his clothing, tossing it aside and holding his hand out, palm up, toward the orc’s cock. “Through the bars for me. As often as I like.”

Biting his lip, the orc seems torn by the choice. Starvation is a potent motivator, even enough to bend an ironclad sexuality, and it was clear from the drip of his green staff that he hadn’t felt relief in quite a while. He reached out to grab the fruit from Rayan’s hand, biting into it with a noise that would be more at home in a porno as he swallowed it with barely a chew. With a sigh, he adjusted himself to do as he was asked, maneuvering that fat, hunter green shaft through the bars, his balls drawn up from the chill and his tip weeping tears of arousal. “Just… Don’t do anything weird. I’ll kick your ass.” He growled his words, looking away as though if he didn’t see the act, he didn’t have to accept it.

Stroking the offered shaft, the nude hero triumphantly kneels before the submissive orc. A heady musk fills the air at this distance. Unwashed orc. Like the most delicious perfume, it rose from that shaft like steam, filling his nose and prompting him to lean in and drag his nose across its length, drawing a deep sniff like he was snorting a drug. While he usually preferred a neutral scent, there was something to be said about the raw, animalistic pleasure of strong masculinity like this. “Don’t worry.” Cooing his words, he feeds the orc’s balls through for a thorough exploration with warming fingers until they sag under their own weight, now on the correct side of the bars. “You’re going to enjoy this.”

Steadily melting under Rayan’s touch, the orc tried his best to resist, but soon he humped forward into the human’s increasingly slippery grip, his lower lip quivering between shimmering tusks and his eyes fixated on his dick. “Hurry up.” He grunted, trying to maintain his air of machismo despite how utterly he’s surrendered to Rayan’s machinations. No doubt rationalizations were racing through his mind. It wasn’t that he enjoyed this. It couldn’t be. Rayan had heard it all before, usually followed by begging for him to finish them off.

“Tsk. Just relax.” Clicking his tongue, Rayan peeled back the orc’s foreskin as he adjusted himself to place the larger man’s orchood just before his mouth. “You’ll be begging me not to stop, soon enough.” Lips pursed, he leaned in, kissing along the sensitive stretch once covered by that extra green skin and letting the increasing dribble trail down over his chin, soaking into his short beard. The taste was salty but not unpleasant, with a hint of unwashed skin that lingered on his tongue, and it only grew more luscious as he let his tongue out to join in the fun, rolling along the underside in insistent laps.

Tensing up, the orc’s chest and abdominal muscles stood out in stark relief as he reacted to the heat of Rayan’s touch. Any attempts at rationalizing his predicament seemed to have gone out the window, and he even surged forward, his dick jabbing angrily at Rayan’s lips as if begging for more, only to bounce in frustration as it only received the slightest, most delicate teasing. Somehow, Rayan imagined that the orc had never been teased to this level. It wasn’t surprising, considering how patriarchal their culture was. He wasn’t some submissive orcish wife, but he could certainly ruin the orc for them.

“Good boy. Now, tell me your name. After all, we’re going to become great friends.” Rayan murmured his words, letting them dance over sensitive skin between slow licks over the dribbling eye of the monstrous cock in front of him, lapping up everything it gave him. His hands massaged those full orcish orbs with no sense of urgency, feeling their heft and enjoying the soft, silky sensation of their loosened skin, as his lips opened ever so slightly, engulfing the head and letting his tongue cradle the underside.

“P-Parod.” Eyes nearly crossing, the orc shivers with overstimulation, fingers gripping the bars hard enough that their greenish hue lightens. “Parod Krag, son of Tog.” Cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat, he tries to thrust forward, stopped by the bars and forced to watch as Rayan polishes his tip, cleaning every inch of it. If he weren’t held back, surely he’d be fucking Rayan’s face by now.

Parod. Rayan committed the orc’s name to memory, much as he had all the men he’d “defeated” in the past. Another trophy for his spank bank, alongside a mental picture of him as he is now, still thinking he’s in charge despite how thoroughly Rayan manipulated him. It would make for a perfect contrast with his post-training self.

Satisfied with his agonizingly slow foreplay, Rayan relents, letting his jaw open up as he took more of the orc’s cock in. Inch by inch it invaded his throat, the orc’s tight cluster of black pubic hair approaching the human’s nose until, with a gentle swallow, he reached the base, lips firmly trapping the whole length inside. A perfect fit, though his jaw ached slightly at the thickness of the orc’s manhood. Now, to get to work.

“Fuck. How?” Gritting his teeth, Parod stares in amazement at his cock’s disappearing act, his expression like an open book. Most men never experience someone as enthusiastic and skilled as Rayan, and almost all of them have the same look on their face when they feel their lower stomach coil with desire. Torn, as though they can’t believe they’ve gone through with this, they melt into acceptance long before they cum, their brains rewiring to desire more. “I’m going to.” Closing his eyes, he throbs harder than before, making no attempt to hold himself back and thrusting against the bars, only able to slip an inch or two in and out.

Pulling back, Rayan holds the orc’s shaft in tender fingers, nuzzling the slimy tip and letting it paint his face with gooey arousal. “Not yet.” Breathing over the tip, he finds the most sensitive spots, letting his tongue dance over them just enough to keep that green beast angrily throbbing, bouncing hard enough to slap against his lips. “Beg for it.” Murmuring with a sly smirk, he keeps the orc right on the edge, his grip holding that shaft on his side of the bars so that the orc can’t finish himself off.

“Make me cum. Please. Please!” Visibly frustrated, the orc’s tongue hangs out as he talks, his ass tensed up, and his body shoved against the bars hard enough that his pecs bulge against them. How cute. No pretense, none of that pesky moral high ground. Just a rutting beast that wants to spray its seed.

Diving forward, Rayan rewards the frank honesty with a breakneck pace, rolling his lips up and down that shaft at a pace that mimics a rough, rutting fuck. Magically enhanced as it is, his gag reflex doesn’t even twinge as he fucks his throat on that juicy cock, readying himself for the first blast and withdrawing to the tip as it comes. His favorite part.

Gooey masculinity fills the hero’s mouth, dripping down the corners of his mouth as he struggles to keep up with the sheer volume and dribbling down his chest to coat his rock-hard cock, still standing between his legs, untouched and on edge. He swallows what he can, nursing at that massive dick like it’s pumping the finest ambrosia, and as the larger man’s orgasm slows to a spittle, he lets the remainder swirl around his mouth, coaxing the last drops out with a patient tongue and stroking the orc’s cock in time with every throb. Withdrawing with a final, satisfied sound, he rubs his messy cheeks against the orc’s saliva-slickened dick, following it all the way through the bars as its owner gingerly removes it. Amusingly, it doesn’t soften immediately, remaining half hard and dribbling proof of their tryst to the floor below. Proof that Rayan’s mouth was that heavenly.

“That was…” Parod lies against the wall next to the bars between their cells, his wobbly legs spread and his drained cock on display. “How the fuck are you so good at that?” He asks, unable to look Rayan in the eye, despite the fact that he just coated the other man’s face in his cum. “You must have bewitched me.”

“That wasn’t magic.” Rayan laughs, smearing cooling orc cum over his lower half and stroking himself with it, pleasuring himself with the proof of his conquest. “And that’s not even my best work.” Like the wanton slut he is, he licks his fingers of excess cum, his slimy chin coated in streamers of orc cum that stand out against the brown beard. Sloppy, wet noises fill the cell, but he doesn’t care. It’s his turn to add to the mess.

“Surely you’re lying!” Pulling himself up on the bars, the orc earnestly shouts. He finds himself watching Rayan wallow in his cum, and his dick throbs at the sight, reminding him of what just transpired. “Tell me what you did to me.”

“I sucked your cock.” Rayan grunts, thrusting up into his hand and letting loose his own high-flying streams of cum that splatter on the unsuspecting orc, painting his musculature in further proof of his activities. “And if you’re a good boy…” Basking in the afterglow and stroking himself through his orgasm, balls drawn up and legs spread to show off to anyone who might pass by the cells, “And you behave yourself, I’ll do it again. And more.”

With that, the hero’s new hobby cemented itself. In return for food, blankets, and other creature comforts, Parod followed his instructions, at first reluctantly, then without complaint, then so eagerly that Rayan sometimes woke up to a green cock smearing against his face through the bars. Sometimes he went slowly, using his mouth to tease the orc’s nipples, then lower, until Parod begged him for more. Other times, he sucked the orc’s cock like a rabid beast, forcing him to cum again and again until his legs gave out and his cock couldn’t stand, limply weeping on the stones below. Weeks passed with nothing to do but pleasure each other, and Rayan took full advantage, even coaxing the orc into returning the favor with rough fingers, finishing Rayan off after he painted the human’s throat.

On one such day, the moment Rayan had been waiting for came. Mid-blowjob, throat crammed with orcish cock, he heard a sound that hadn’t happened since he was thrown in the dungeon. A loud, metallic creak, followed by a rough, masculine voice talking with the guards just around the corner. He smirked to himself as he continued his work, knowing this would be the last time that he’d get to slurp Parod’s shaft, and endeavored to finish him quickly, working him to an explosive finish just as his new visitor reached him and swallowing greedily before wiping his mouth on his arm, leaving his body on display even as the orc’s cock painted him in one last streamer.

“What took you so long?” Rayan asked the newcomer as he idly played with himself, staring up at one of the more deliciously built male demons he’d ever seen. Much better than the skinny little grunts that had “captured him,” this man towered over him, with thick, muscular arms that screamed “combat training complete,” and a confidence that he’d seen in many a demonic general. Just who he'd been waiting for.

“How are you still alive?” With arms crossed, the demon seemed unimpressed by Rayan’s display of sluttery. “We haven’t provided food or water. Usually you mortals perish within two weeks.” The demon peered around the cell, though he wouldn’t find anything. Rayan created a magical stash of food, water, a toilet, and other creature comforts for each of their cells weeks ago, which would only be accessed by their respective owners. The bars were simply a formality he found rather stimulating. “What manner of sorcery is this?”

“No sorcery.” Rayan abandoned his dick, letting it throb in the cool, moist air as he talked casually. “Heroes are immortal.” A lie, for sure, but one that would prevent him from mild annoyances down the line. He stood, stretching, and walked in front of the wary demon, giving an exaggerated bow that flopped his manhood around. “Rayan the demon slayer, at your service. I’d like to negotiate.”

Face contorting into a snarl, the demon in front of Rayan fumbled for a sword at his belt, his armor clattering in the empty space. “Don’t fuck with me. Such a shabby creature could never be the hero. My father wouldn’t wage war against a wretch like you.” With a growl, he slashed at Rayan, aiming for his midsection.

Rayan shook his head as the demon’s sword rolled off his bare skin, repulsed by a thin, shimmering bubble. “Now, now. Don’t be like that. What reason would I have to lie? I’ve been waiting so patiently for you, and I thought if I revealed myself before now, the demons worth negotiating with would have fled.” With bare fingers, he took hold of the ornate sword and sent it clattering to the floor, draping himself over the armored demon and wrapping his arms around the nape of the larger man’s neck. “Now, how about we go somewhere more comfortable? I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what will happen if you decline.”

Despite Rayan’s playful posture, it was clear that the demon no longer doubted him, shivering like a child in the face of the monster under his bed. Sweat appeared on his handsome brow, slickening his purple skin, and his sharp teeth flashed as his lips quivered. “We’ll leave. You can have this castle back. Simply let us go.” He stammers out his words, recoiling as best he can despite Rayan’s iron grip. Eventually he ceases his struggles, his voice lowering. “Fine. Follow me.”

“Good boy.” Rayan releases his grip, about to follow the demon from his cell into the castle proper, before he turns, remembering unfinished business. Drawing a rune in the air, he waves to the bewildered Parod, blowing him a kiss. “Come find me some time, handsome. I’ll teach you something else fun.” Turning his back on the now slowly disappearing orc, he whistles to himself, suppressing a smirk at the fact that he’s sending Parod into an orcish village fully naked, with his spent cock on display.

“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Rayan sat across from the demon general at a table that once held nobles’ tea, still gloriously nude and basking in the pleasant warmth of the lavishly appointed room. The demons must be sucking up to him. Cute. “What’s your name, then?” He said, hand on his chin and bare ass reveling in the silk cushion beneath him. “Or would you prefer that I come up with a pet name?”

“Karnan.” The demon says curtly, still unable to meet Rayan’s gaze. Pitiful despite his full suit of armor, he stares down at his hands, his full mane of white hair wreathing his shoulders. “What do you want from us? My father won’t negotiate for my life. If you kill me, you’ll only be dooming the humans to further-” Catching himself in a threat, he bites his lower lip, black blood dribbling down his chin from the wound.

“Your father?” A Cheshire grin covers Rayan’s face as he watches the demon fidget. It’s almost too easy to tease him. “Ah, you must be the demon king’s son. I knew there was a resemblance.” Stretching, he crosses his legs, leaning back in his chair. “You don’t have to worry about death. That’s not what I want. Though I suppose I could raze this place to the ground and try somewhere else… If you don’t agree to my demands.”

“Whatever it is, I’ll do it!” Slamming his fist down on the table, the demon leaned forward, golden eyes shimmering with sincerity. “Don’t kill us all. Please.” He continued, suddenly quiet, with desperation written across his face.

“Excellent. We’ll start with what you’re wearing. Take it off.” Rayan licked his lips, motioning to the demon to hurry up and making himself comfortable. His method might seem repetitive, but there was something so perfect about that first glimpse, when a man lays himself bare before him. Like a blushing virgin on her wedding night, they were always so hesitant.

Questions written across his face, the demon complies, stripping off each piece of armor until he sits before Rayan in nothing but his undershirt and trousers. They barely fit him, stretching around his muscles as though they were created for a human, rather than someone of his build. It made sense, considering demons’ penchant for plunder, rather than industry. To Rayan’s eyes, it only emphasized Karnan’s amateur aura. Clearly he was inexperienced in many ways. Hopefully, in the only way that counted.

“All of it. Fully nude.” Rayan snapped his fingers, standing and moving to stand behind the demon, letting his hand slip beneath the shirt and cup one muscular pectoral. “You want to show your sincerity, don’t you?” He cooed, finding the demon’s nipple and drawing a finger along its outer edge. “Or would you prefer that I find someone else?”

“No!” Instantly motivated, Karnan tossed aside his clothes, sitting nude on the silken cushion and baring an expanse of muscled purple body that made Rayan drool. His pecs were larger than the human’s head, and his stomach had just the right mix of muscle and fat to give it the slightest roundness. His cock, still soft and unbothered, nestled between thick thighs, extending past fat balls even larger than Parod’s. “I’ll comply.”

Sitting on Karnan’s lap, Rayan draped his arms over the demon’s shoulders, predatory gaze meeting the demon’s. This would be the first time that a human brought the demon to his proverbial knees, he was sure, but it certainly wouldn’t be the last. He’d found the perfect pet! With barely contained glee, he praised his newest prey. “Good boy. You know what I’m going to ask of you, don’t you?” Trailing fingers across the demon’s chest, he squeezed a handful, marveling at the mixture of firmness and softness. Truly perfect.

“You’re going to eat me, aren’t you?” Swallowing with a quivering gulp, the demon showed no signs of arousal, behaving like livestock led to slaughter. “Like that orc. If I hadn’t come along, you would have eaten him alive.”

Bursting with laughter, Rayan could barely hold back tears as he nearly fell from his purple perch, imagining what it must have appeared he was doing to Parod when Karnan walked in on them. Eating him? There was some truth to that, but only in a carnal sense. Was this demon that naive? There was something alluring about his innocence. “No. I wasn’t eating that orc. I was sucking his cock.” Rayan relished the words. Something as freeing as dirty talk should be enjoyed, after all. “Do demons not have sex?”

“Sex?” Karnan tilted his head slightly to the side like a confused puppy. “Do you mean mating? Like livestock? What’s so appealing about that? We demons are above that.” Puffing his chest, he extols the virtue of his species. “Demons reproduce through mana encapsulation. We don’t do that!”

Interrupting Karnan’s ensuing demonic exceptionalism speech, Rayan swallows his words into a deep, tongue-heavy kiss that coaxes the demon’s longer, more pointed muscle into his mouth, sucking on it in a steady rhythm. Giving no quarter, he meets every attempt to pull away with a nibble at the demon’s already regenerated lip, a dart of his tongue, or a gentle yank at the wild white mane flowing down his shoulders, until the demon relaxes into his touch, widened eyes rolling closed and body shuddering at Rayan’s expertise. He doesn’t allow the demon to pull back until his breath grows ragged, finally releasing him as Karnan falls back with a gasp, drool dripping down his lower lip and purple skin flushed slightly darker shades.

“What… Was that? Am I cursed?” Words halting as he speaks, the demon looks at Rayan with wonder in his eyes. Raising black-clawed fingers to his lip, he seems to search for the cause of his altered mindset.

Leading the awestruck demon to a nearby silken couch, Rayan pushes him down, kneeling between Karnan’s legs even as he processes the slightly sweet taste of demonic saliva. “Not a curse. More of a blessing.” Inspecting the demon’s violet shaft, he raises an eyebrow at the complete lack of stiffness in it. It seems he’ll have to work hard this time. “Allow me to show you.” He murmurs, leaning in to caress that fat shaft and rub his face against it. Though clean, there was an unmistakable air of masculinity that oozed from it, contrasting well with the dirty, animalistic cock he’d grown used to over the past few weeks.

Finally, a hint of reaction showed in the demon’s body language. As his cock pulsed with quite possibly its first erection, his legs spread slightly, and his claws dug into the expensive fabric on either side, shredding it. Slowly, his shaft grew before Rayan’s eyes, settling between his eyes as the fat underbelly heated the human’s skin, balls drawing up as though churning. Standing at its full length, it was bigger than anything Rayan had ever seen on a humanoid, and he couldn’t help but think its fat head and little foreskin turtleneck made it more endearing than the others, as well.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Rayan murmurs against the underside of that pulsating shaft, christening the tip with his lips until they gloss with precum, smearing the slightly sweet musk against his nostrils. Gently, he suckled at just the first inch, rolling his tongue in slow circles beneath the foreskin and tasting the slightest hint of musk mixed with the familiar taste of skin. Cradling the demon’s balls, he feels their heft with a growing satisfaction that can only originate from dominating men with his body. Though he was the one taking a cock, there was no doubt that he was the aggressor, and he’d have it no other way.

“This is mating?” Karnan gasps aloud, hand over his eyes and toes curling on either side of the human between his legs. An instinct he didn’t know he had was rising in his stomach, demanding that he breed the hole in front of him, but he found himself cowed by the hypnotic gaze of the demon slayer. Was he thinking that this was how his brothers in arms felt moments before they fell to the hero’s spells? Rayan found the idea amusing. As if he were the same man as he was back then, before he realized how much fun he could have conquering his enemies through more gentle means.

“Not quite.” Muffled around that juicy dick, Rayan reassured the demon. There was far more to teach him. “This is only the beginning.” Lowering his head, he swallowed inch after inch until he reached the root, nose tickling the bare skin around the base of the demon’s dick. It was so smooth compared to most men in this world, as though freshly shaved, and he found it bittersweet. The scent was subtler, but at least he didn’t have to worry about a stray hair stuck in his throat.

Up and down, going slowly, Rayan gauged the demon’s reactions, seeking out the most sensitive spots and teasing them until his hips thrust upward, only to back off and reap his reward, drinking the precum that drools from his tip. He was close, but Rayan wanted more spectacle this time than just a simple throat full of demon cum. After all, it’s not often that a man gets to orgasm for the first time. With that in mind, he withdraws until the demon’s shaft bounces backward, slapping against his stomach, and takes hold of it in slippery hands, pumping it hard and fast. His tongue rolls downward to caress the demon’s balls, feeling their churn against the slick muscle before sucking up a mouthful of skin, mouthing one orb with gentle motions. Even the demon’s sweat was slightly sweet, mixing nicely with the taste of his arousal.

“Fuck. What? Fuck!” Incoherent, the demon twists and squirms in his seat, thrusting into the human’s hands at a brisk pace that fills the room with wet, slurping noises. Precum shoots from his tip, landing on Rayan’s back in thin, clear strings, and then, with a loud, protracted moan, he unleashes all over the surrounding area, his cock stiffening to the point where Rayan’s hands can barely fit around it even as thick, off-white ropes hit the ceiling, then fall back to cover the two of them, splattering on Rayan’s back, hair, and upturned ass, and coating the demon’s sculpted body in rivers of white. It goes on for far too long, a testament to the demon’s unused stash of seed, and by the time it peters off, even his face drips with cum, hanging off of his lips in sticky ropes and dangling from one of his horns like a perverted icecicle.

Nuzzling his face against the demon’s spent cock, Rayan kisses its underbelly, stealing some of the mess to jerk himself off and working his way upward until his dick rolls against the demon’s balls, ready to mark him with his own orgasm. While far less impressive in volume, his seed easily reaches the demon’s open mouth as he pumps away, dick slicking against the underside of the fat violet monster and pooling his seed at the base, marinating the demon’s balls in his contribution. Sated, he straddles the demon, leaning in once again for another heated kiss.

This time, Karnan appears to have learned how to reciprocate, only balking for a moment at the slick mixed cum that invades his mouth before swirling it around the human’s tongue, adding a forbidden flavor to their passionate lip lock. He doesn’t attempt to escape, even leaning into the increasingly breathless tonguesmanship, and by the time their lips part, his mouth is wide open, as though begging for more. “How often is this ritual performed?” He asks in a halting, shaky voice, his tone a mixture of hopeful and embarrassed.