Ask him to suck your cock

You move toward him, and his gaze gravitates to your cock as it sways and bobs with each step you take.

"Sorry for not letting you cum," your master says, "but it got really uncomfortable."

"Do you want to make it up to me?" you ask, giving your purple shaft a long, slow stroke.

He swallows hard. "How?"

"Suck on it," you say. "Suck and lick and let me blow in your mouth." He makes a face and you cock your hip and arch an eyebrow. "Harold, if you have a problem with sucking my cock, this relationship is going to go nowhere."

"It's not that," he says, his face turning red. "I- I mean, I've never had a guy in my mouth before, but I'm not against trying it, it's just...your cock was just in my ass. I don't want to taste shit or get sick, or something."

"Oh, master," you say with a small smile, "don't you know? Demons are like ovens." He gives you a confused look and you give him a minute to think about it. "We're self-cleaning," you finally explain.

You stroke your cock from root to tip, coaxing out a generous dribble of precum, which you use to coat your knob and shaft. "It's anti-bacterial," you tell him. That's one reason why demons cannot contract or transmit any form of disease or infection.

Harold gives your cock a dubious look. "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive," you say, rolling your eyes. "Honestly, do you think I want you whining and puking instead of moaning and cumming? I'm going to take care of you, if only for my own selfish pleasure."

"I suppose you have a point," he says at last. "I guess demons are nothing if not practical."

"You got that right," you say, your smile widening as he grins back at you. He's really quite handsome when he does that. "Now, get on your knees." His smile falters a little, but he stands up, grabs the cloak off the log, and drops it on the ground to protect his bare knees. Kneeling before you, he hesitantly wraps one hand around the base of your shaft as he leans close, opens his mouth, and licks the head of your cock.

He glances up at you, looking relieved, like he had expected something bad to happen. He gives you another lick, slow and exploring, and your breath catches as he finds a sensitive spot. Leaning closer, he takes your knob into his mouth, his lips pressing tight against your slippery flesh. His mouth is warm and wet and tight around your cockhead as he starts to suck, sliding down until he takes half of your meat into his mouth. He is hesitant, uncertain, but doing his best.