Lube him with saliva

"Good choice, master," you say, taking your foot off his leg and inserting it between his knees. For a moment he resists, his body trembling. "If you won't spread you legs, I might have to just rip them off," you say. Doing so would almost certainly break the fragile thread, but he doesn't know that. That golden filament, however, isn't getting any stronger. If anything, it looks thinner than ever. You have make him like you...but how? Humans are so complicated.

"Please..." he whispers, but spreads his legs, letting you kneel between them. Grabbing a cheek in each hand, you pry them apart, revealing his tight, rosy asshole. You lean down, pressing your face between those round globes, and drag your tongue across his opening. He makes a startled sound, almost a yelp, and jumps like he's been stuck with a pin. "Wh- what are you doing?" he gasps.

"Lubing your ass before I fuck you," you say, your words muffled by his flesh. "Demon saliva is a natural lubricant. Or have you changed your mind about the lube?"

"No, no -- lube, please!" he begs.

"Then relax and enjoy it," you say before diving back in. With your tongue soft and wet, you lap at his tight pucker, feeling it twitch and quiver under your gentle ****. You coat the muscular ring with your thick, slippery spit, then tighten your tongue and press the tip to his opening. He moans, a **** and breathless sound, and his hole softens, melting at your touch. You wish your tongue was longer -- maybe that's how you'll alter your form once you get enough energy. You push your tongue into him, fucking him with short jabs, and he cries out, raising his hips into air and pushing back against your face, his hungry hole clutching at your tongue as you push one last wad of viscous saliva into him.

Drawing back, you lick your lips, savoring the taste that lingers on your tongue. He lies helpless on his stomach, clutching handfuls of the cloak spread beneath him, his ass raised in the air, silently begging to be fucked, and -- surprise, surprise -- hanging between his legs is his hard and needy cock. You reach between his legs and wrap your hand around his shaft, giving it a long, slow stroke.

"I guess you're more gay than you thought," you tease him, drawing a moan from his lips as you rub your fingers in a circle around the knob, smearing a drop of slick precum on his skin.