Try to ease his fears

You're not sure what to say to him -- you're a demon, after all, and words of comfort are rarely spoken by your kind. Instead, you lean against him, pressing your chest to his back and resting your cheek on his shoulder. Both of your hands are busy, one stroking his hard cock while the other gently kneads his firm, round balls. He makes a breathless sound as you withdraw from his tight, trembling body, and cries out as you drive your throbbing cock back into him. Once more, you find the rhythm that you had before, and he moans helplessly as you pound into him.

"That's it, master," you whisper, sweat slick between your bodies as you stroke him faster, closing your eyes as the pleasure builds within you. "That's it, Harold."

Harold stiffens in your arms, a strangled shout escaping him as he slicks your hand with thick strings of cream, his cock jerking as he empties himself in one shuddering spurt after another. Finished and exhausted, he collapses, draped over the fallen tree, as pliable as the cloak beneath him.

You haven't cum yet, and your cock throbs with need, aching to fill his hot, quivering body with your seed. You thrust into him and he tenses, drawing a sharp breath. On the next thrust, he tries to pull away, but he's pinned between you and the log.

"Please," he gasps. "Please, stop. It's too much."