The sounds of fucking.

Matt woke up. He was bound in a chair. Around him, woven into the carpet were strange sigils, Matt felt cut off from his angelic side, even his little guardian was asleep on his shoulder, so little luck would be found there. Matt's thoughts soon turned further, and in front of him, on the bed in front of him he could see the cute girl from before, now stripped nude, moaning erotically with every thrust as she was taken doggystyle by a horned-wolf demon.

Matt could do nothing, gagged as he was but watch as she wantonly pushed her hips back to meet the demon's every thrust, each thrust punctuated by her moans and a slap of flesh on flesh. Finally the girl cried out sharply, the demon held her, impaled entirely on his long cock as she convulsed on it, pressing only deeper as she rode her orgasm. Finally coming down. She opened her eyes and locked them on you. A grin that makes your blood go cold but also a tingle in your balls.