𝓣𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓶𝓸 𝓝𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓮

"Mrrmf." His face is still buried in her chest. Don't mind him.

Haaaah... Yeah, it did.

Ah— fox tits 💧

It felt like an etching. As if something foreboding was engraved into his very being. This invasion of self, the deconstruction of his mind...it was haunting. He endured lifetimes of physical and mental turmoil. The act of his being destroyed and reforged. Time and time again

So anyone gonna kiss the nuts and throat it a little until he wakes up or-?

It felt like spiders crawling within his head, serpents coursing through his veins, and all things that felt wrong... Saying no...it felt as if he violated a law of nature...saying no to her... The purpose of his existence. The reason of his journey. How could he say no??

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

"You...are making it incredibly hard to focus...damn it..." All is concealed. All is hidden. Why...why is it so troublesome to resist?! He perished already...he should have been free from the poison. But all it did...was reset his tolerance to zero.

Another touch, another surge of influence seeping into his mind. A sweet poison, intoxicating even the soul, as the words were already forming in his throat...the need to please the demon that had shaped his fate. "I...am..." Teeth grinding, he tried to withstand that final

Now, what did you say or do to get him like this?