Eat your master's ass

On your knees, you shuffle backward, until you have room to bend down and press your face between his spread cheeks.

"Whoa, what the fuck?" he gasps as you drag your tongue across his tight pucker. His rosy hole twitches as you lap at his opening, your hands on his ass pushing him into the hiker, your head bobbing as you eat his ass, drawing the most delicious noises from his lips. "Oh, fuck...oh, fuck..." he pants, groaning as you work your tongue inside him, fucking him in quick little jabs.

Suddenly, he cries out, thrusting deep into the bound man beneath him as he cums. Energy flows into you, giving you strength and power. For a moment, you feel like you could do anything.

You stop and sit back on your heels, letting him climb off the hiker and collapse onto the cloak beside him. No sense letting a perfectly stretched and lubed ass go to waste, though. You take Harold's place between the hiker's legs and plunge your cock into his slippery hole, making him buck and cry out.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" you ask, pounding into his ass. "You want to be fucked by a demon. You want a demon to cum inside you. You want a demon to make you cum like a dirty pervert."

The hiker shakes his head, moaning and gasping, his legs writhing on either side of you as you lean over him, adjusting your angle to hammer against his prostate. His moans turn to hoarse cries as you fill him with your cock again and again. Yeah, this is exactly what he wants.

"Are you going to cum?" you ask him, fucking him faster, harder, sweat beading up on your lavender skin. You grunt like an animal, harsh and savage as the hiker tenses, his hole clutching at your cock, squeezing it. You grab his balls, feeling them draw up as he cums with a strangled scream, splattering the cloak with his thick jizz. You cry out in triumph as another wave of energy pours into you and you cum hard, plunging deep into the hiker's ass as you unload one thick spurt after another.

Finally, if only momentarily, you are sated, gasping for breath as you slip out of the hiker and sit beside him and Harold. Reaching over, you unwrap the briefs from around the hiker's wrists and give him a satisfied pat on the ass.

"Good job, big boy," you tell him. "Now get dressed and get out of here. Go home and forget any of this ever happened." He moves slowly, still in a daze, but he does as he's told and soon you watch him stagger out into the woods and disappear. "Well, that was fun," you say, glancing over at Harold. He's watching you, an unreadable expression on his face. "What?"

He gives his head a small shake. "It's nothing. It's just...the way you fucked him. You didn't fuck me like that."

"Do you want me to fuck you like that?" you ask. "He is going to be sore for days. I'm more careful with you because you have to last longer." On a whim, you stretch out, lying facing him, and place your hand against his chest. "I told you, I don't want to hurt you."

"Why?" he asks, his voice soft as he reaches up and touches your face. "Why do you care if I get hurt or not?"