My body arches, convulses, submits, and the only thing that escapes my lips is a muffled wail of ecstatic agony. Their tongues tangle, their fangs scrape against each other, their growls vibrating through my skin as they moan into each other’s mouths, devouring one another while they fuck me raw.One of them spits into my mouth, his hand gripping my jaw, forcing it open and making me swallow it down, to choke on the taste of pure perversion.“Look at you,” the first demon hisses, licking the sweat dripping down my abs, his sharp tongue teasing my navel before flicking lower. Gay sex The taste floods my senses, my body nothing more than a vessel for this act of divine debauchery.The demon growls above me, his voice thick with power, with hunger. The moment the thick, sweaty cock presses against my lips, I already know the taste—the musk of my own ass, the raw, primal scent of filth and indulgence, the unmistakable proof of my own corruption. I am the sacred filth, a disciple of ultimate pleasure, an apostle of excess.And as the final echoes of this event fade into the thick, musky air, I realize—there is no going back.I belong to this now.
