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[petiteballerina]

@fuckdeep-killslow started following you.

"—the fuck you doing in that corner?”

[themadvigilantist]

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“This isn’t going to blow up in my face, right?”

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

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She was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, her eyes glittered with excitement as adrenaline still ran through her system. Unfortunately the creature before her was already dead, the fight had be short and quick. As she was turning to leave however, a familiar face blocked her path and she grinned, “Hey Gorgeous, Come to show a girl a good time?” she nodded her head to the demon corpse behind her, “That one was disappointing,” she smirked greeting. 

[luctisonusx]

@fuckdeep-killslow

When someone is kept on such a knife’s edge it can often surprise you how much they can indeed endure.  Not that Azerith would not end such ‘sweet suffering’, but there is a certain turn on of not getting what you want right away.

Kissing a wet trail from Caleb’s mouth, over to his ear as he nuzzled him almost playfully while his fingers speed just a little while this time deliberating missing the mark.  Twisting his fingers slightly, the sounds of the whimpers he had a feeling soon would be coming in waves.

“I am really proud of how much you have endured.” He whispered as he removed his fingers at a snails’ pace.  Of course, Azerith couldn’t just remove his fingers without other teases.  Instead, he allowed his long fingers to trail over of the velvet skin of the young man’s sack, over the leather of the cock ring, then trailing slowly up Caleb’s shaft. Stroking him deeply the Demon enjoyed watching what looked like an attempt to shift his focus.  

“Oops,” he smiled wickedly, which the involuntary throb due to the sudden lack of stimulation.  “There is just something about a hard-on that should never be wasted. Don’t you agree?”

As he awaited the other’s response, the bigger question was how would he react to a demon in his bed?

The other's guess was correct as more whimpers left the boy's lips, hips even stuttering forward needingly. It was bad enough that the ring was stopping him from releasing -- even more so that the other was teasing him alongside it. More than anything, he just wanted the other to do something other than the slow deliberate pumping of fingers. He felt a small smile fall onto his features though as the other complimented him though it faded quickly as fingers began to explore, toes curling and another string of whimpers and moans leaving his lips.

"I-I guess," Caleb pants then, trying his best to answer the other's questions. It felt like he was losing his mind. No one had ever pushed him this far -- mostly because he hadn't ever let someone. This sort of thing had always sort of scared him. Carnal lust and desire and to be under the power and weight of someone else. His eyes flutter open as he looks up at the other, making eye contact for the first time. He was naturally shy, but he was forcing himself through it right now.

"I'll do whatever you want..."