The Baron’s cock grew rock-hard again, filling the hellknight completely, and the demon pushed back, driving the knight’s own cock into the Slayer’s welcoming ass. Gay sex Without a moment’s hesitation, the hellknight found himself face to face with the Baron’s posterior, his momentum carrying him forward until he was practically buried in the soft, warm flesh. The air was thick with the scent of sex and brimstone, a potent reminder of the alliance they had forged in the most profane of ways. The Slayer stepped back, his eyes gleaming with a newfound respect for the Baron, and sheathed his sword. Castigus knew that if he were to break free and reveal the truth of their encounter, the Slayer might turn on them both. The hellknight, his own cock still painfully hard, found himself leaning in, drawn to the sight of the Slayer’s powerful form dominating the demon he had once feared. “Is that so, human?” he taunted, his voice a sinful purr. The Baron’s muscular back was broad and powerful, his wings folded neatly behind him, but what truly captured the hellknight’s attention were the massive pecs that rippled like molten metal. The Slayer was out there, somewhere in the bowels of this very realm, and yet here he was, caught in
