The Slayer waited, his weapon of divine wrath now a tool of carnality, as the Baron withdrew, his spent member glistening with the aftermath of their encounter. Gay sex alluring on a creature of such power and authority. And as the Baron turned to face the Slayer, his own desire mirrored in the human’s eyes, the hellknight understood that their fate was now inextricably linked—not just in battle, but in the most intimate of embraces. We have a warrior to find, a threat to eliminate. His twisted horns and eyes that burned like embers scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of the fabled hero. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating, a potent mix of fear and desire that coursed through his veins like liquid fire. It was a scene of such depraved beauty that it seemed to defy the very essence of the hellish realm they inhabited. Baron Zadkiel’s roar of pleasure was cut off by the sheer size of the human’s member, his body trembling as he was taken in a way he had never been before.
