Predictably, Kurt is just as scandalized as every other mortal at their own depravity. As the tendril around their throat tightened and squeezed, they had moaned despite the pain, despite the threat of mortal danger as their breath was stolen, not reaching their desperately heaving lungs. Had they really moaned? Did they like this? They couldn't possibly. Even for a virgin, they know lovemaking isn't supposed to be like this.

But the pleasure coursing through them is impossible to deny. As he continues fingering them, stroking their cock, playing with their sensitive nipples, Kurt shudders helplessly with ecstasy, pale freckled skin warming and reddening with shame and pleasure both, no longer able to stop their hips from meeting his hand.

In fact, as the being—the creature, the demon, Corrigan, his name is Corrigan—disrobes before them, revealing his enormous cock for all to see, their cunt flutters hard with inexplicable hunger around his fingers. Kurt yearns to feel it entering them, stirring up their insides, heightening their pleasure before the worshipers' watchful eyes. He utters his command, his order, and Kurt knows without doubt that they will follow his word to the letter. "Y-Yes, yes, Lord— C-Corrigan, Corrigan, please, Corrigan! I b-beg you, Corrigan, please, fill me up, I— I need you inside, inside, Corrigan, please—!"