Hythlodaeus moans in earnest, digging his nails into his palms - restrained like this he barely has any way to deal with the pleasure, squirming and tensing under Emet.]
H-- Hades...
[That tentacle slipping in deeper elicits another keening moan from him; Hythlodaeus arches again, more roughly this time. He's panting helplessly as he gets used to - and gets off on - being penetrated so deeply, the movements of the tentacle inside him and those on his cock.]
More-- More--
[He pleads without thinking, without even knowing what exactly he wants more of. Use your imagination, Emet.]
Re: Day 440
Hythlodaeus moans in earnest, digging his nails into his palms - restrained like this he barely has any way to deal with the pleasure, squirming and tensing under Emet.]
H-- Hades...
[That tentacle slipping in deeper elicits another keening moan from him; Hythlodaeus arches again, more roughly this time. He's panting helplessly as he gets used to - and gets off on - being penetrated so deeply, the movements of the tentacle inside him and those on his cock.]
More-- More--
[He pleads without thinking, without even knowing what exactly he wants more of. Use your imagination, Emet.]