With each victory, the bond between Tartarus and Moloch grew stronger, their destinies forever intertwined in a tapestry of war and darkness. But the thought of the power, the promise of saving his people, was too tempting to ignore. Gay porn Moloch’s cock swelled even larger, the pressure building until Tartarus could feel the cum overflowing from his mouth, spilling down his chin and onto the bed of embers below. The bond between them was sealed anew, and as the demon’s seed filled him, Tartarus knew that he was now irrevocably linked to Moloch, a pawn in the Baron’s grand design for conquest and carnage. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the chamber, a symphony of flesh and fire that seemed to resonate with the very essence of their pact. He reached into a shadowy recess, pulling forth a butt plug of monstrous proportions. “Now,” Moloch purred, his voice thick with desire, “you are truly mine, to serve me both on the battlefield and in the throes of passion.” The Warrior-Prophet felt the power of the mark surge through him, a fiery tide that filled him with newfound vigor and purpose.
