"Oh, sweet child, delicious little mortal..." Corrigan chuckles fondly, his tendrils lovingly caressing his offering's shivering young body. Two have focused their tips onto the pert, pink buds of the youth's nipples, stroking and teasing to make their whole body shudder with helpless pleasure.

Another coiled around the slender column of their neck, squeezing just enough that their eyes rolled back, breath coming shaky and raspy. He knew, of course, all the best ways to make an innocent mortal wild with bliss, to manipulate their wonderfully responsive bodies into begging for more. They were always so scandalized, so shocked at their own depravity. Had they really moaned at pain or restraint, had they truly thrilled at being so manhandled? Corrigan was certain Kurt would be like that, so mortified at how a gripping touch on their throat dizzied then with pleasure.

That is, if he allowed them a spare moment to catch their breath and think straight.

"Corrigan, my lovely little pet. When you plead for my touch, beg me to fill you up, call me by my name." A wave of his hand, and the god -- the demon -- stood proud and unclothed, his clothes disappearing like smoke, revealing his thick, inhuman cock. It was textured oddly, ripples and contours along its gleaming length, the spadelike head dripping thick, slick silvery fluid. "But when I am inside you, when I fuck you, Kurt, call me Master."