Unable to move and barely able to make a sound, Dulce could only sink into the maelstrom, his body seizing up with another orgasm. He was pounded until he became pliable inside and out, held up by the shadows that bound him.
Tears soaked the sheets, darkness staining his ivory skin, it made him look fragile, even more so in comparison to the Shadow Demon pinning him down.
Dulce's eyes were tightly shut, his cries of pleasure muffled, rammed until his chest was heaving. When the shadows restricting his arousal melted away, he didn't notice for a moment, until streaks of pleasure tore through him like electricity underneath his skin.
Asael's thrusts were far from steady, from the moment he was bound on the bed, the Demon's motion had been quick and powerful, wringing out countless empty orgasms from him.
He let out a muffled scream as his orgasm was ripped out of him, shuddering as his tip erupted, his member jerked from the force of it, flushed an angry red.
