Dulce ignored Kath'tan's taunting words, a faint tremble in his knees. The tip of his member was dipped in a small pool of sticky release beneath him, it heightened his sensitivity. He let his head drop back to the sheets, pushing his hair out of his face.
He held his breath when he felt the Demon's tip against his hole, a muffled cry punched out of him when he was suddenly filled to the hilt.
Kath'tan's actions almost mocked his previous genuine concern, the Fiend didn't give him time to adjust, taking his pleasure the only way he knew how.
It didn't hurt, far from it. Even if Dulce wasn't already wet and dripping, he hadn't exactly done much sleeping the past two nights. It only heightened his sensitivity.
Demons were much larger than humans, but that didn't quite justify the sheer size of his contracted Demons. His hole was stretched smooth around Kath'tan's base, and when the Demon bottomed out, there was a bulge in his lower stomach.
