The last guard fell, any light that it had in its demonic eyes fading into nothingness. The knight Heathcliff stood victorious, ridding his prized sword of the blood of his fallen foe.
He scoffed at the corpse. ”Is this truly the best that Aziz could muster to guard his gate? Hah, if that’s the case then finishing the demon himself should be no problem.”
Heathcliff returned his sword to his sheath, even despite knowing he’d need it shortly, then pushed on the gilded door in front of him. He expected the usual warm reception, that being a fleet of minions struggling to protect their lord, but that was not the case. The throne room was carved from a dark grey stone and held no windows, giving it a dim air. This wasn’t helped by the fact that it was lit by torches, though those were at least placed liberally throughout the expanse. The walls were littered with various demonic artifacts and gruesome mementos of their conquests and hunts. However, Heathcliff wasn’t looking anywhere but straight forward. At the other end of a blood red carpet trimmed with gold sat Aziz in a looming stone throne, his stark black skin catching little of the light about him. He had his elbow on one arm of the royal seat and used the same fist to rest his hand on.
Aziz smiled confidently upon seeing his adversary. “Come in dear hero. So nice of you to finally join me.”
“Silence demon!” Heathcliff approached, his steps echoing throughout the room. “Your time in this world has come to an end.”
“How terrifying. I’ve certainly never heard that before.” The horned monster rolled his piercing red eyes without changing his expression.
“I assure you, I do not jest.” Heathcliff pulled his sword out, pointing it at Aziz. “My sword can kill even the likes of you, and my armor protects me from your magical attacks. I have the upper hand beast!”
“A confidant hero, aren’t you? Very well then.” Aziz stood, his white hair falling behind him as he did. “Come try to defeat me.”
Heathcliff gripped his sword tightly. “And why should I? You could have some sort of trap waiting.”
“What, are you scared hero? Come at me if you think you can kill me: Here, I’ll even make this easier for you.” Aziz descended the steps leading to his throne, now being on equal ground with the knight. While Heathcliff was a true “man’s man” in the classical sense, he saw that Aziz dwarfed him in every way; he was approximately a foot taller and his build was exceptional.
“Fine. Have it your way.” Heathcliff readied himself and charged at his foe. Aziz simply stood in response. Heathcliff reached the demon and raised his sword to deliver the killing blow and just as he was about to finish the job…he stopped.
Aziz had one of his fingers up, pointed at the knight. “Hmm? What’s the matter hero? Slay me.” Heathcliff attempted to do so, but was unable to move even an inch. “Ah, that’s right. You can’t.”
“What!?”
Aziz took his finger that was already raised and flicked Heathcliff’s sword. It flew out of his hand and to one side of the throne room.
Still struggling to no avail, Heathcliff said, “H-how can this be!? My armor protects me from magic!”
Aziz cackled, his low voice only increasing the discomfort Heathcliff felt. “Your armor protects your body from magic hero. However, your mind…is all too vulnerable. Now stand up straight will you?” Aziz moved his finger and Heathcliff did as he said.
“You bastard! You monster! Curse you and all you’ve come from!”
“My, you have quite the temper for a captured hero. Is that really something you want to shout at me?”
Heathcliff grunted in anger and defeat. “Well…go on then. You have me…so kill me already.”
Aziz laughed once again, the repetition not at all decreasing Heathcliff’s uneasiness. “No. I don’t think I will.”
“What? What do you mean? You’ve bested me in combat, now finish the job! Just hurry and get it over with.”
Aziz ignored Heathcliff’s request entirely. “I know your type hero. You’re used to being the biggest man in the room. You want all the other men to look at you and just know that they can’t match you, to side with you only so they don’t have to be your enemy. You simply can’t stand the thought of someone else being dominant. It would challenge your baseless overconfidence. I’ve seen so many like you and I’m frankly bored of it.”
Heathcliff only grew angrier with each passing word. “What do you intend to do to me?” he said forcefully.
“You’ll be my example.”
“Your…example?”
“Clearly killing your sort doesn’t send a strong enough message. Heroes like you still venture here and think they can escape with their life intact,” Aziz lamented. “So, I’ll make an example of you…by keeping you alive and breaking your will.”
“So what, I’ll be your eternal prisoner then?”
“Oh no hero, you’ll bemuchmore than a simple prisoner. You’re now my personal attendant.”
“I’d rather die,” Heathcliff grunted.
“I think you misunderstand hero. You don’t get a choice. I am telling you what will happen. So then, my attendant, we’ll start our first session immediately.”
“What do you mean by session?” Heathcliff demanded.
“Quiet! Now, go put your armor next to your sword and then return to this position. Quickly! And don’t bother fighting it…I have complete control,” said Aziz, moving his finger to the side that had the object.
Heathcliff, of course, was powerless to stop the deed from being done, though he did try to fight it against the demon’s wishes. Soon, he returned in only the cloth clothing that went under his armor, just as planned.
“Good. Now that that pesky armor is out of the way, we can truly begin.” Aziz flicked his finger and Heathcliff heard a boom behind him. He knew it must be the door. He was well and truly stuck now. Aziz slowly approached and walked behind the knight. Heathcliff wondered what he could be doing, but didn’t want to be told to stay silent again, so he said nothing. Aziz bent down, his head landing on the hero’s shoulder and his hand just above Heathcliff’s knee. Aziz spoke in a whisper as he moved his hand up Heathcliff’s leg “I command…” he was now at his upper thigh “…your cock…” he brushed his hand across his pelvis and to the other thigh “…to get very, very fucking hard…” he moved his fingers through the crevice between the thigh and Heathcliff’s balls, his palm rest on them “…now!” Aziz finally squeezed the knights ball sack, not letting go.
Instantly, Heathcliff’s dick began expanding at a rapid rate. “Wh-where are-ah…! Wh-what’s…?”
Aziz let out a guttural sigh “I can feel it hero. All that blood flowing into your dick. Getting all excited by the touch of a demon. Not a very heroic thing to do.”
“Th-that’s not fair. You’re the one that-“
“But you got yourself into this situation, didn’t you?” Aziz interrupted “If you had actually done your job and defeated me, this wouldn’t be happening. But you failed. And now look at you…full mast under your enemy’s touch.” Only now did Aziz let go of Heathcliff’s balls. “How pathetic.”
The knight himself felt like the room was spinning; here he was, the once proud knight and demon slayer, harder than he’d ever been and completely subservient to that which he wished to destroy. His will to fight slipping, Heathcliff apprehensively asked, “What…will you do to me?”
Aziz smiled in a twisted way. “Simple hero. I’m going to do the one thing I know that you can’t stand. I’m going to dominate you.”
“N-no…” Heathcliff said weakly.
“Not only will I dominate you…I’m going to dominate you…and you’re going to like it.”
“N-no, I…”
Heathcliff was interrupted by Aziz shoving his hand into the knight’s pants and beginning to rub his cock. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“Ah…ah…”
“That’s what I thought.” He pulled the hero’s pants down, letting them fall to his ankles, all while continuing his stroking. “You’ve got a big cock. It’s the largest I’ve ever seen.” Heathcliff was initially confused by the praise, before Aziz added, “Is that what you’re used to hearing hero?” Aziz tightened his grip “Do the delicate little flowers you take to your quarters always gawk at the size this? Do you always go for the smallest wench you find so it looks even bigger?” Aziz increased his speed now.
“I-I… no!”
“Which means you absolutely do. Come on, it’s not heroic to lie. How many maidens in how many towns have a story about the so called legendary knight’s so called legendary manhood? Tell me, how many? Are you a dog, hero? Or a manwhore? A slut? What’s your preferred title, huh?”
“Don’t…please don’t…”
“What, don’t call you something like that? When you’re standing here getting a hand job for someone you should hate? Even if you could stop me, I don’t think you would.” Aziz sighed. “Still, I understand why you fuck so many people. You need to feel validated somehow and your dick is your best asset. Well hero, no matter how cocksure you think you are, let me assure you, this dick of yours…is nothing…” Aziz let go of Heathcliff’s cock. He went to stand at the knight’s side and reached over to lay a finger on his dick. “Nothing,” he repeated as he pushed down, causing the rod to bounce slightly. Retracting his hand, Aziz pushed down his own pants and undergarments. “Look upon my cock hero.”
Heathcliff turned his head down. What he saw when he looked at the demon’s manhood made him shudder. The length was longer and thicker than the knight had ever thought possible, even for a nonhuman. For some reason, Heathcliff felt completely broken looking at it.
“Do you see now the difference between us hero? You couldn’t hope to compete with me in this lifetime or any other. I, a demon, am more a man than you will ever be.”
“Please…please release me. I understand the lesson you’re trying to teach me. I won’t come back here ever again. I’ll warn every knight in the land not to even approach this castle! Just release me.”
“Mmm,” Aziz murmured sensually, “look at you now, begging for my mercy. I must confess, I like you much more in this state.” Aziz seemed to think for a moment. “Okay, I will release you…under one condition,” the demon said, raising then immediately lowering Heathcliff’s hopes.
“Name it.”
“I will take your manhood in my hand, you will take mine in yours. We will each stroke the other. If I ejaculate first, you are free to go. Otherwise, you will submit to me.”
“Take your…in my hand?” Heathcliff said in an almost scoff, seeming to get a bit of his old attitude back.
“What, don’t think you can outlast a demon? You have nothing to lose by trying hero. If you refuse I’ll simply make you my servant at once.”
The knight supposed that was true. “Very well. I accept your terms.”
“Good.” Aziz immediately grabbed Heathcliff’s hardened shaft. “Well, go on then. Take hold of me hero.”
Though fearful, Heathcliff did not want to show it. He grabbed the demon’s dick without apprehension. The difference in both their hands and cocks was clear; where Aziz’s hand almost swallowed Heathcliff’s manhood, the knight couldn’t even get his hand fully around the demon’s own hardness.
“Stroke me hero.” Both began doing so, looking forward.
For a while, it was mostly silence that filled the room. Heathcliff focused on his breathing, deeply in then out. He wouldn’t be the first to cum. After making sure his breath wouldn’t falter and somehow give the impression that he was enjoying this experience, the knight turned his attention to making sure Aziz would be the first to release.
Aziz on the other hand had no trouble with showing that he was enjoying himself. He moaned out softly. Heathcliff was hit with a wave of excitement: he could win the demon’s wager and be free.
“Feel how warm my dick is hero. How it pulses at your touch.” Aziz moaned out again. “Grasp it tightly in your hand and stroke me harder.”
He was…encouraging Heathcliff now? The hero was confused. Did he want to lose? However, he saw no reason to refuse the request. It would only increase his chances of winning. Heathcliff did what the demon asked.
Aziz had called his manhood warm, but to Heathcliff’s hand, it felt rather hot. Heathcliff began to think that it wasn’t entirely an unpleasant sensation. It was at least better than the dingy air of the demon’s castle. However, he shook his head at the notion; not hating what he was doing was a slippery slope to losing this wager. The knight glanced at Aziz and found his gaze firmly rooted forward, so he didn’t think he’d noticed.
Heathcliff felt the demon cock he held push against the walls of his hand. Was…Aziz getting bigger? Was that even possible? Heathcliff had certainly assumed him to be at full last earlier, but the growth he felt in his hand now was undeniable. Heathcliff inwardly admitted to being impressed, thinking that didn’t mean much, even if it was complimenting a demon. Objectively, a manhood like that was something to be proud of. Other demons, or whatever Aziz had sex with, had to be impressed by it too.
The demon himself hadn’t stopped jerking Heathcliff’s own dick with long, confident strokes. Heathcliff found the technique somewhat odd. When he or one of the maidens he attracted jacked him off, the strokes were shorter and faster, and the grip less tight, especially for the maidens. Was this how the demon jerked himself off? Heathcliff thought it might be, considering the demon’s size. Perhaps it was a technique the hero should consider when using his own hands. It might make him cum faster.
What was Heathcliff doing? He was just thinking about…cum. There was a hand on his cock. Oh, he was getting jerked off. By who…? It didn’t matter…the hand down there felt good…like something hot warming up something cold. He…he was going to cum…he wanted to cum…and he wanted to keep cumming and cumming…and cumming.
Heathcliff blinked slowly, a strange sensation beginning to overtake him; it was as if he had been floating, but had suddenly crashed. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the scenery, but as they did, he noticed a white substance in the ground. Cum. “What…what happened!?”
“Look at your dick hero.”
Heathcliff looked and saw that his cock was covered in cum. “That’s…that’s impossible!”
“It’s not impossible at all hero. You’ve been standing in that one spot for a while now, holding my dick but not jerking it. I’m completely flaccid now. Still longer and thicker than you are fully hard, but that’s inconsequential. You lost.”
“N-no! It can’t be!” Heathcliff shouted. “You must have tricked me. When…when I started gripping your manhood tighter! You hypnotized me somehow!”
“You just now realize that? My, you really are weak of mind hero. I’m part incubus,” he began to explain. “My dick is not only large, but it causes people to lose themselves in sexual fantasies. They cum before they even realize they have.” The demon laughed. “Actually, you released multiple times, so you’ve lost a few times over.”
“You…you…I don’t even have the words to tell you how much I hate you!”
“You say that…and yet your hand still hasn’t left my cock.” Heathcliff only now realized that was true. “You don’t want to let go…do you?”
Heathcliff thought about pulling away but dismissed the thought entirely. He didn’t want to take his hand away now that he had it on the demon’s dick. “You cheating bastard…”
“You can stroke me. Go on.”
Heathcliff felt a thrill at the chance, immediately starting to do it upon getting permission. He snorted with dissatisfaction at his own desires. “I wish I didn’t want to do this.”
“I know,” said Aziz smugly.
“I still despise you with every fiber of my being.”
“I know,” the demon repeated in a similar tone. “You know hero, I didn’t have to trick you for you to lose.”
“Is that so?”
“From the beginning you stood no chance. I have incredible stamina. Put simply, if I don’t want to cum, I won’t.” In a way, that almost comforted Heathcliff in his defeat; he wouldn’t have won no matter what, so the manner of his defeat wasn’t as embarrassing. “Plus…I could have just done this.” Aziz reached down and stroked Heathcliff’s balls. The hero got so hard so quickly that his manhood hurt. “You’re about to experience the carnal pleasure of a demon. I’d ask you to prepare yourself, but nothing human could even begin to compare.”
Aziz put his hand around Heathcliff’s cock. The hero immediately experienced a burning pleasure unlike anything else throughout his whole body. It was absolutely overwhelming, yet he didn’t want it to end. As soon as the pleasure began, he released a large load of cum and didn’t show any signs of stopping.
“You’ll continue to cum as long as I have my hand on you like this. Follow me.” He pulled Heathcliff, constantly releasing stream after stream of cum, up the stairs to his throne and sat down, finally letting go of the captive hero. He collapsed to all fours, breathing heavily. “How do you feel hero?”
“Amazing. That…was amazing,” Heathcliff said, pangs of resentment and desire evident in his voice. He looked up at the seated giant demon, breathing heavily. “I truly wish that I didn’t desire more…but I do,” he said. “Touch me like that again. Please…I need it.”
“Need it, do you? What will you do to get it again?”
“Anything,” Heathcliff answered without hesitation.
Axis smirked. “Admit that I’m your master.”
Heathcliff shuddered. He knew that Aziz had in fact mastered him and made him submissive. Even if he hated the demon with his whole being, there was a pleasure he desired that only he could provide. “You are my master.” Aziz only raised his eyebrow at that. Heathcliff knew that he had to do more. Somewhat disgusted with himself, he went on. “You are my master Aziz. You took me, a demon hunter ready to kill, and broke me down, showing me that I’m not the man I thought I was. You…you dominated me completely. Now here I am…the once proud knight, groveling before you, begging for you.” Heathcliff raised to his knees, pleading to Aziz with not only his words, but also his eyes. “Please…master.”
Aziz laughed. “That’s a good servant. Infinitely better than your attitude when you came in.” Aziz put one of his hands behind Heathcliff’s head and one under the hero’s chin. “I’ll give you what you want,” he titled his captive’s head down so that the demon’s massive length was in his view, “if you earn it.” Heathcliff’s heart raced at the sight. “What was it you told me you’d do for me to touch your dick again?”
“I said I’d do anything…master.”
“And you meant it, didn’t you? Because I don’t take kindly to my slaves lying to me.”
“I meant it master.”
“Good.” Aziz pushed the knight’s face against his dick. It was hot on his face, as if he was near a roaring fire. He could smell the demon. It was a strong, intoxicating scent that felt like it pushed its way into his mind and consumed his thoughts. He wanted more as soon as he’d smelled it. “You smell my infernal sweat, don’t you slave?” Heathcliff nodded. “When I ask you a question, you respond with a verbal answer slave.”
“Sorry master. Yes master, I smell you.”
“How does it smell?”
“It’s…addicting master.” Heathcliff’s erection was aching. He had already stayed harder for longer than he’d ever thought possible, and this was only intensifying his condition.
“This is the sweat of an infernal one. The pheromones that I release are far beyond any that a human does. Breathe in deeply.”
Heathcliff obeyed his master, taking a deep breath in. As soon as the smell hit him, he came again, moaning.
“You see that slave? Even myscentwas enough to make you cum. You have never gratified someone the way that I can, and you will never be able to.”
“I understand master.”
“What do you understand?”
“That…in terms of sexual pleasure, you are simply superior. That’s why you’re…my master.”
“Correct slave. Taste my shaft. Lick me.”
The former hero licked a long stripe from the bottom of Aziz’s rod to the top. It just seemed to keep going as he licked up. He used the tile to savor the taste of his dick, which was much like the smell. Finally, he reached the head. Wasting no time, he put the head in his mouth and began sucking it.
“I like an eager slave. So I suppose you enjoy the taste then?” Heathcliff said nothing, only nodding and continuing to suck the demon. “Oh, of course, you can’t answer,” said Aziz with his smug assurance. “Well, now that you’ve gotten this close to my cock, there’s no going back. The smell and taste of my demonic rod will always be in the back of your mind. You’ll desire it every hour of every day, thinking of it during the day, dreaming of it at night. You’d fulfill my every whim and desire for a taste, a smell, even alookat my perfect dick. This seals it once and for all…you’re a slave to me.”
Heathcliff didn’t care that he was a slave, not anymore. He was too focused on trying to suck down Aziz’s enormous hardness. He was just barely a quarter of the way down and he didn’t think he could take much more.
As if reading his mind, Aziz said, “Don’t worry about taking any more of me into your mouth slave. You may be pleasuring me right now, but you’d frankly never get me to release by sucking me. This was more to get you well and truly addicted to me.” The demon laughed. “It’s funny…I’m not even close to cumming, yet you’ve done it countless times.” Aziz lifted the former hero off of his dick. “In any case, I’m growing bored of this. I’m going to fuck you.”
Heathcliff looked from the demon’s dick back to his face. “Umm…master…how will-“
“Worried about taking this up your ass?” said Aziz, grabbing his length.
“Y-yes master.”
“Well, I suppose you’ll just have to take it like a man.” Heathcliff’s eyes widened and Aziz laughed. “Only kidding slave. There’s no way a human could handle my perfect cock naturally. We’ll use magic to assist you. Stand up and turn around.” Still a bit uneasy, Heathcliff stood and turned. “Bend over and spread your ass cheeks.”
Heathcliff took a shaky breath out and did as he was commanded. With no warning or delay, the former knight felt one of the demon’s warm fingers push inside him. “Ah!”
“Oh? You didn’t cum that time. Perhaps you’re getting used to this constant lust and arousal?” Heathcliff felt the finger exit his asshole giving him a momentary rest, but soon two fingers found their way in. And Heathcliff could help releasing yet another load. “I must have spoken too soon,” said Aziz in a self-satisfied way. He began moving the fingers in and out of his slave. He didn’t cum again, but felt right in the border of doing so the whole time. “Your human limits are so pathetic. Cumming from being fucked by fingers. No, not even being fucked, just two entering you.”
As the demon spoke, Heathcliff could feel his hole stretching more than it ever had before. It was oddly not painful, but the sensation was strange. “M-master…”
“Ah, it seems your hole is prepared.” He pulled his fingers out of Heathcliff and stood up. “You’re about to cum as if your little dick has sprung a leak. No matter how long it takes, how much it hurts, and how tired you get, I will not stop fucking you until I fill you with my load. Are you ready slave?”
“Yes master.”
“You’re not. But you’ll take it anyway…because you can no longer live without the pleasure I provide to you.” The slave felt his master’s hot dick behind him. He gulped, remembering just his impossibly long and impossibly thick it was.
In spite of his apprehension, Aziz wasted no time in making contact with Heathcliff’s asshole. And as soon as he did, he began cumming. The former hero wasn’t sure how he had any sperm left to release after releasing so many times. The demon began pushing his incredible length in and Heathcliff thought it might split his whole body in two. Even with the magic Aziz had applied to him, it still sharply hurt. That wasn’t a surprise though; there was no way his asshole could have been expanded enough for it to not hurt, even with magic.
Aziz’s perfect dick continued to slowly slide into the former knight. Heathcliff thought of it like a hot iron rod being pushed into him. Even despite all of the pain he felt, the pleasure outweighed it at least twofold. He couldn’t stop cumming.
Aziz grabbed Heathcliff’s upper body and pulled it up, presumably so his slave wouldn’t fall. “It doesn’t have to hurt,” said the demon, his words tingling in Heathcliff’s ear. “Let go of your last mental blocks. Join me in my world. A world where there’s only pleasure.” Aziz began pushing in faster. But…it didn’t hurt as much now. “It’s only us my slave. Me and you. My perfect dick and your asshole.”
The pain subsided entirely. He was right…there was only pleasure. It caressed Heathcliff’s entire body. He relaxed against his master and began moaning louder.
“There you are,” Aziz said, pushing the rest of his cock in quickly. Heathcliff shuddered, releasing even more of his seed. “You’ll soon not have cum left to shoot. Not that it matters.” The demon began moving in and out of the former knight. He didn’t hold back in any way. “Look at you. A human that was once a hero, a proud knight, getting pounded by a demon. You told me you’d rather die than be my slave…yet here you are, moaning and constantly cumming for me.” Aziz lifted Heathcliff without taking his dick out and sat on his throne. The former knight slid down the shaft as Aziz continued to thrust up, spiking his slave on his cock. “I can do anything to you. Fuck your any way I’d like, and you’d fucking beg for it. It’s just like I said, isn’t it slave? I made you a slave to pleasure. I dominated you…and you liked it.”
From there on, Aziz rarely spoke as he fucked the helpless former knight. It was if he wanted Heathcliff to ruminate on those lingering words. Aziz moved more than once, changing positions, but never moving out of his slave’s hole. Heathcliff had no concept of how long he had gotten fucked for. It felt like hours. In fact, it very well could have been hours. After all, the demon did say he had immense longevity, so a session with him wouldn’t be short.
At some point, he finally heard the demon say, “I’m going to cum inside you.” That was all the warning Heathcliff got before Aziz erupted into his asshole. The former knight thought eruption was the best comparison he could make, because of the amount of liquid and its temperature.
Only then did the demon pull out, some of his seed leaking out of Heathcliff immediately due to the volume. The former knight fell to the ground, completely spent. His own dick had long stopped producing semen, only having dry orgasms. He could feel himself coveted in both wet and dry cum from both parties involved.
Aziz kneeled down, lifting Heathcliff’s head. He wiped what cum that remained on his rod onto his slave’s face. Heathcliff almost involuntarily put his tongue out. The taste was amazing, unlike anything he’d ever had before.
The demon spoke without letting go of the former hero’s head. “You enjoyed yourself.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement.
“I did master.”
Aziz smiled. “Of course. You’ll make for a fine slave. Oh, and one more thing.”
“What’s that master?”
Aziz brought his other hand into Heathcliff’s vision. “Wake up.” The demon flicked his slave’s head with his finger.
Heathcliff felt his eyes forcibly shut. His body was then floating in some sort of dark, blank space, watching the events that had just unfolded quickly flying by in reverse order. And suddenly, Heathcliff felt himself crash. He was back in his body, fully clothed. He had his sword raised above his head, ready to strike at Aziz, who simply stood, smirking.
“Hmm? What’s the matter hero? Slay me.”
Heathcliff’s eyes widened and his pulse quickened. Slowly, he lowered his sword and returned it to his sheath. “No. I’ve decided that I’ll let you live.”
“Is that so? What a shame. I was looking forward to our battle.” Heathcliff thought he might try to harm him now, but Aziz smugly dismissed that notion. “However…since you’ve been so considerate, I’ll respect you and not fight.” Aziz returned to his throne. Seeing the knight still standing there, he waved his hand dismissively. “Go on then. Leave.”
More than overwhelmed with everything he’d experienced, Heathcliff walked slowly toward the door he’d entered originally, his armor clanking as he did.
“Oh, and hero,” Aziz called out as Heathcliff reached the exit.
The knight turned back. “What?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
Even from across the dimly lit room, the knight could see Aziz smirk his devilish smirk. “For being my example.”
Heathcliff gulped, hoping the demon couldn’t see. He didn’t respond, and simply left the room. As soon as he was sure the heavy door was closed all the way, he began breathing heavily, trying to understand what he’d just experienced. He didn’t come up with much of anything. However, what he did know was one thing: he could feel his hard dick was pushing against his armor.
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