[ The image of Vanitas going chipmunk mode down there would probably be amusing... for everyone but Twilight, anyway. The 'dark lord' hunches over further and further in his throne, gripping the arms white-knuckled. This is all happening so quickly, it's overwhelming... and it's enjoyable in the most immediate sense, but his faltering attempts to keep his composure - whether for himself or the camera, he couldn't really say anymore - are getting in the way of really appreciating it. Whether he is dominant or ought to be isn't something he's had the chance to think on in those terms, but he does know this feels awfully undignified. ]
Slow... slow down-
[ He finally abandons his character and his pride to beg for mercy, but the result is the same whether Vanitas shows mercy or goes for the kill - he waited too long. A shudder runs through his body as he starts to come, from his tensed shoulders right down to the cock Vanitas' holds Atlas-like above the earth.
It... sure goes on for a while, Twilight making a whining noise somewhere between pleasure and embarrassment. At least Vanitas is safe below, too close to get drenched by the monster-sized load. ]
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Slow... slow down-
[ He finally abandons his character and his pride to beg for mercy, but the result is the same whether Vanitas shows mercy or goes for the kill - he waited too long. A shudder runs through his body as he starts to come, from his tensed shoulders right down to the cock Vanitas' holds Atlas-like above the earth.
It... sure goes on for a while, Twilight making a whining noise somewhere between pleasure and embarrassment. At least Vanitas is safe below, too close to get drenched by the monster-sized load. ]