It was always amusing to the god how swiftly mortals -- especially virginal ones -- succumbed to his charms. No matter how staunch their beliefs, all it took where some clever, practiced movements of his hands or mouth and they were begging for him. Just like Kurt was, shameless and heedless of the audience watching each erotic moment with eager worship.
"Very good," Corrigan purrs, several of his tendrils of shadow curling around the cords that had bound Kurt to the altar, destroying them in a flash of spiced scented smoke. The dark appendages replace the ropes immediately, of course, curling around the young mortal's wrists and binding them together. More tentacles slide up Kurt's legs, bending them at the knee and spreading them wide. Corrigan’s warm, bare body emanates heat as he settles between the spread, freckled thighs.
"Do you want my cock, little mortal?" He coos the words, sliding his fingers free of Kurt's soaked, dripping cunt, then guiding his cock to glide through the flushed, sensitive folds. "Do you want me to fuck you? Say it like that, those filthy words with your pretty mouth. Beg me to fuck you."
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"Very good," Corrigan purrs, several of his tendrils of shadow curling around the cords that had bound Kurt to the altar, destroying them in a flash of spiced scented smoke. The dark appendages replace the ropes immediately, of course, curling around the young mortal's wrists and binding them together. More tentacles slide up Kurt's legs, bending them at the knee and spreading them wide. Corrigan’s warm, bare body emanates heat as he settles between the spread, freckled thighs.
"Do you want my cock, little mortal?" He coos the words, sliding his fingers free of Kurt's soaked, dripping cunt, then guiding his cock to glide through the flushed, sensitive folds. "Do you want me to fuck you? Say it like that, those filthy words with your pretty mouth. Beg me to fuck you."