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—!"
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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Date: 2022-12-31 09:13 pm (UTC)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—!"
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Date: 2023-01-02 07:36 am (UTC)"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."