Taking The Thrall

A fire seems to have taken hold inside of Aaralon, driving him forward with a purpose he had never felt before.

As soon as he reached the young man he grabbed his head, gripping his hair and pulling his head down towards the livid rod of his cock. The other man didn’t resist, letting his mouth fall open as Aaralon roughly shoved his cock home.

Aaralon groaned as his cock hit the back of his throat, the warmth and pressure intense, the sensation of his throat twitching around his member only adding to the sensation. Placing his other hand on the side of the man's head he began to fuck his face. At first slowly, pulling his cock out of his mouth, enjoying the way his lips slid over his shaft, and then pushing in again.

All around him the sounds and smell of sex and **** filled the air but he didn’t even notice. His world had shrunk down to only include himself and the feeling of pleasure flowing from between his legs.

Slowly but surely his pace began to pick up, saliva starting to drip from his cock as he fucked this other boys face. A thrall who simply let this happen, seeming to actually derive pleasure from this as he reached down for his own cock, masturbating as Aaralon violated him.

Soon the pace was ferocious, saliva and pre-cum flying as he slammed his cock home time and time again. The pressure building ever more and more inside him yet try as he might he just could finish. His cock felt like it was on fire as it slammed home in the other man's mouth yet he could not reach that final release.

“Well well well,” The voice came from behind him, like fine leather. “Having fun without me?”

Aaralon didn’t turn around, he didn’t need to, the Demons voice was impossible to mistake. He just kept hammering away, his sole purpose now to get that sweet release.

But then the strong hands of the Incubus where sliding down his arms, slowing his pace to a stop until his cock was resting on the Thralls lips, saliva dripping down onto his own cock that was still being furiously jerked off.

Aaralon could feel the Demon's body against his back, its lips kissing the back of his neck like a lover as he felt the oversized head of its cock sliding between his buttcheeks. Unlike last time it seemed to be already lubricated with something as it wetly pressed at his pucker. The pressure slowly building.

“You didn’t think I would forget about you?” The Demon asked as the pressure built more and more, its mouth tracing the outline of Aaron's ear, sending lighting crackling under his skin.

The Demon's hands entwined in his, both of them holding the Thrall still as the pressure on his rosebud reached the point of no return.

“You're not the only one that needs a release,” The Demon growled in his ear.

Then its hips were bucking forward, the head of its cock easily stretching him wide open, this time however the pain he had expected was instead replaced with a sense of wonderful fullness. As the infernal cock slammed home inside of him the demon suddenly tensed its arms, pulling the head of the Thrall down hard on to Aaralons cock and down his throat.

The feeling was too much, his cock surrounded by tight heat and his ass filled with such wonderful pressure. Finally, after what had felt like a age, and with a guttural moan of pleasure. Aaralon came.

His balls tightening as he sent shot after shot of his seed down the Thralls throat. At the same time, in the midst of his own pleasure, he was aware of the tensing of the Demon. The expanse of its cock as it to began to pump its corrupt seed into his ass.

They stood like that, the three of them linked together as Aaralon emptied himself into the Thrall and the Incubus spent itself on him, for what felt like a age as the room around them descended ever further into madness.