Screw, the hunger; screw the libido; screw the potential humiliation of running around outside naked—I had to get outta there! With agility that not even I expected I would have, I sprang from the bed, flinging the sheet to the floor and pumped my legs in the direction of the doorway. Mr. D was there, and he certainly didn't look like a pushover, but I felt pretty certain I could take him down if this little act caught him off guard enough. I had a real chance there, I figured.
But I was wrong.
An animated, dark red chain undulated out of seemingly nowhere and quickly bound my wrists together over my head, causing my feet to run beyond their means and send me crashing down to the floor. I felt the chain lift me up, and I hung there, in the air, feet dangling inches above the floor. I gritted my teeth and mentally kicked myself. If this...thing...was capable of casting spells on me, then I should have known that just trying to plow through the door would have been too direct. Of course he had tricks. Why didn't I see that coming? Now I'm in an even more vulnerable position.
"You're still fighting the urge, eh?" Mr. D asked. "Well, I guess I give you credit. That's one strong will you've got there. But I'm afraid I have absolutely no need for strong wills—only damned souls and flabby stomachs—so I think we'll have to break that."
I practically snarled at him and threw my feet in his direction, trying as desperately as I could to inflict some damage. He seemed to like that. Fuck, how I hated him.
Without another word, Mr. D dropped to his knees and grabbed both of my ankles, halting the thrashing of my legs and keeping them slightly spread. My dick raged hard slightly above his eye level and precum leaked from the tip in slow, steady drips. I had a hunch as to what he was about to do and my cock was dying for him to do it. But I was dreading it.
He wrapped what appeared to be an abnormally long and flexible tongue around my shaft and my hips involuntarily bucked forward. Not just once or twice, but consistently. Even though I was struggling to resist, my pelvis wouldn't listen to any of my commands. It humped forward without falter as Mr. D wrapped his smug smile around my length, knowing I could do nothing to stop myself from assisting him in whatever evil goal he was aiming for. I gasped as my cock entered his wet mouth and my thrusts became more ravenous. I was fucking his mouth with reckless abandon and even Mr. D himself looked mildly surprised by it. Though he seemed to be more amused than anything else. He had very little work to do as my body unwilling pleasured itself and my gasps began to come more frequently. Despite my protests, my body knew what it wanted and it was out to get it. My cock ground itself into Mr. D's saliva-laden tongue, working itself toward release. It was unstoppable, and I found that less and less of me wanted to even put up a fight as time went on. Though I inwardly scolded myself for it, I allowed myself to indulge in the stimulation. It was humiliating and wrong and degrading, but it felt euphoric and liberating. I clung to just a shred of shame as my hips unabashedly surged forward, wracking me with physical pleasure like I'd never felt before.
After several minutes of unrelenting humping, Mr. D glanced up at me as if knowing the moment was upon us. I knew there was something about me climaxing that he was excited about, and I assumed it wasn't that he liked the taste of cum. Regardless, he was surely going to get it, as my hips weren't letting up. In fact, they were speeding up. I couldn't comprehend how they could maintain such a stamina while I was in such an awkward position, but I had very little time to ponder it. My cock was eagerly pumping faster and faster and my mind was surrendering to the deed. I greedily fucked Mr. D's mouth and moaned openly and loudly. My balls tightened, and a sting of dread and regret struck my whole body like lightning. Then my shaft twitched, and the sting was washed away in a wave of ecstasy.
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