Kurt’s mind races as the inhuman man above them clicks his tongue, cooing gentle commands despite their wild thrashing, their frightened muffled screams, like he’s patiently admonishing a child rather than a horrified human sacrifice. They can’t quite comprehend what’s happening to them as the smoky tendrils continue caressing them, slipping under the silks, pinning their kicking legs firmly in place.

They can’t comprehend why it feels so good.

The man tells them to surrender, to enjoy his touch, to just submit to pleasure without fear, and the thought feels incomprehensible to them as they squirm and writhe and scream against the gag. But then his fingers find their cunt—their biggest shame—and the mere stroke of his fingers sends wild shocks of ecstasy through their bound form. Kurt’s eyes widen, their head tips back, their back arches clean off the stone slab as their scream melts into a surprises moan. Without wanting it to, their cock twitches at his touch, slowly growing hard.