Slip your cock into your master

You grab your cock and nudge the head between his cheeks, making him gasp. Rubbing the knob against his hole, you slowly press into him, feeling that tight ring of muscles spread for you. He moans as you ease inside, his back passage still slick from your previous fucking. Gripping his hips, you rock forward, burying yourself to the hilt and pushing him deeper into the hiker.

"Oh, fuck," Harold gasps as you pull back, and then thrust in again, making him rock back and forth as well. There is an awkward moment as he resists, but then he surrenders, allowing you to shove him balls deep into the helpless hiker beneath him.

"No...no stop...please don't fuck me..." the hiker moans, but he has quit struggling. Harold trembles as you fuck him, gasping from the dual sensations of your cock thrusting into him, and his cock sinking into the hiker. You're not surprised when, after only a few minutes of such treatment, Harold begins to tense and moan, his ass clenching around your cock as his balls draw up and he dumps a load of cum into the hiker. Energy flows into you, giving you strength and power. For a moment, you feel like you could do anything.

You stop and pull out as his moans turn to whimpers, 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?"