[See, now he's presented with the options of trying to scurry out from under him to make an escape or comply. Both end in humiliation, but in markedly different types. Thus does he allow his own body decide, and when he gazes upon the heft of that phallus, he feels himself go rigid. Not in his loins, but in his spine as he thinks about trying to accommodate that ridiculous thing. He knows he can't (and doesn't want to) deny Hythlodaeus, so really it's just a matter of how gentle he wants things to go, and after Byleth...gentle sounds better.
Not that Byleth wasn't gentle in his own way, but heat was certainly a persuasive copilot and he was rather large besides! Thus does Emet-Selch decide to snap his fingers, teleporting his robes to hang on a hook in the bathroom, his podea and small clothes join them in the bathroom. Now fully nude, he looks over Hythlodaeus once more, and all the slime he's leaving on him besides.
Yeugh... He's going to need to wash up again after this.]
Satisfied? Now do you want me on my back like so, or—?
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Not that Byleth wasn't gentle in his own way, but heat was certainly a persuasive copilot and he was rather large besides! Thus does Emet-Selch decide to snap his fingers, teleporting his robes to hang on a hook in the bathroom, his podea and small clothes join them in the bathroom. Now fully nude, he looks over Hythlodaeus once more, and all the slime he's leaving on him besides.
Yeugh... He's going to need to wash up again after this.]
Satisfied? Now do you want me on my back like so, or—?