[First his lips were left cold, and now the grip on his neck vanishes. From the way Charlie had been writhing into the monster's hand, he realizes once released that it fucking hurt. A sharp protest from strained muscle shoots down his spine and forces him to shift his footing.
Annoying.
Charlie's head lulls low, eyes fixed upwards to J's mouth. His capture, now making vague promises. The punctuation of a particularly licentious pass over his cock does draw his attention, a half-voiced, questioning 'eh?' croaked in response.
His body feels good, a satisfying mix of tense and relaxed as the demon works his arousal. But when Charlie thinks of this man spread open, he isn't thinking with his dick - the fantasy offered to him is a different kind of satiation.
Face caked in blood, he sucks a shred of unrecognizable innards from his chin. J's hands are still strong, one digging claw into his cheek and neck as the other grips his hip. The position is a facsimile of riding the monster's cock, but Charlie instead lurches forward to pull more viscera from him to smear across his face.
He can't eat it; this is reverie.
Charlie's body trembles, climax interrupting the scene. Nothing spills from him, there's no life to offer from an undead body, but his eyes clench shut and his jaw hangs open as the orgasm rushes through him.
When it fades, hunger aches in his gut. This desire commands all creatures but possesses a vampire. It becomes him - nearly.]
You gonna... need... [He shakes his head, thoughts split thrice. The man with his feet in the sand. The demon with his cock in hand. The beast in that bacchanal spectacle.
Charlie remains speechless, instead tapping his thumb with intent against J's length. He's offering, albeit half-heartedly, to reciprocate.]
cw: bloodplay, cannibalism, gutting, general gruesome scene
Annoying.
Charlie's head lulls low, eyes fixed upwards to J's mouth. His capture, now making vague promises. The punctuation of a particularly licentious pass over his cock does draw his attention, a half-voiced, questioning 'eh?' croaked in response.
His body feels good, a satisfying mix of tense and relaxed as the demon works his arousal. But when Charlie thinks of this man spread open, he isn't thinking with his dick - the fantasy offered to him is a different kind of satiation.
Face caked in blood, he sucks a shred of unrecognizable innards from his chin. J's hands are still strong, one digging claw into his cheek and neck as the other grips his hip. The position is a facsimile of riding the monster's cock, but Charlie instead lurches forward to pull more viscera from him to smear across his face.
He can't eat it; this is reverie.
Charlie's body trembles, climax interrupting the scene. Nothing spills from him, there's no life to offer from an undead body, but his eyes clench shut and his jaw hangs open as the orgasm rushes through him.
When it fades, hunger aches in his gut. This desire commands all creatures but possesses a vampire. It becomes him - nearly.]
You gonna... need... [He shakes his head, thoughts split thrice. The man with his feet in the sand. The demon with his cock in hand. The beast in that bacchanal spectacle.
Charlie remains speechless, instead tapping his thumb with intent against J's length. He's offering, albeit half-heartedly, to reciprocate.]