[The slime does make for a truly strange sensation, as if he's never empty, yet he can still feel him move in and out of him through the movements he makes. The slime is thick, yet malleable, and he pushes it deeper into him as he thrusts inward, yet he doesn't feel himself collapse where emptiness should be when his cock withdraws. It's maddening, in a way. Being denied that sensation, yet always feeling the sensation of being full, or fuller yet. He can't even decide if he likes it, and he supposes at this point it doesn't matter, because this isn't a time for conscious decisions, but bodily ones, and he's in too deep, and even if he could, he wouldn't want to back out.
His face is red, his shoulders red, ears red. The flush of his body and the heat of this passion igniting him in strange but familiar ways, and each hot breath of Hythlodaeus' and growl against his skin through those sharp teeth leave him tingling and wanting more. He doesn't even know if he's hard, maybe he is, but he's so caught up with everything else in this moment that he can't even keep track of his own dick. His nerves and mind are drowning, but he doesn't want to surface for air.
Though his poor legs are trembling, quivering from the toll this has taken on him, his insides squeezing around him desperately for release. His body begs where he cannot. Only huffs and whines escape him, his mind far too foggy and cloudy to form anything intelligible.]
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His face is red, his shoulders red, ears red. The flush of his body and the heat of this passion igniting him in strange but familiar ways, and each hot breath of Hythlodaeus' and growl against his skin through those sharp teeth leave him tingling and wanting more. He doesn't even know if he's hard, maybe he is, but he's so caught up with everything else in this moment that he can't even keep track of his own dick. His nerves and mind are drowning, but he doesn't want to surface for air.
Though his poor legs are trembling, quivering from the toll this has taken on him, his insides squeezing around him desperately for release. His body begs where he cannot. Only huffs and whines escape him, his mind far too foggy and cloudy to form anything intelligible.]