A soft hum of appreciation sounded from the lord as the youth finally gave up all signs of resistance, and seemed to accept his fate. Ghirahim was quite pleased…while he had no problem with a fun little struggle, he found it to be quite irritating after too long a time, especially in the rare instances when his prey believed it could actually win or even escape.
The demon leaned down further, not bothering to say anything more, now that the boy had submitted. Instead, he sealed those tantalizing, quivering lips with his own ivory pair, enjoying the warmth and softness of the flesh beneath him. His hand continued to play and rub against the young man’s member, hidden as it was under the fabric. It likely would not be long before a bulge began to appear, and then the entertainment would truly begin.
He wondered if he should just take the poor hero in the middle of the floor, where they currently sat together. His bed was much more comforting and inviting, though…he had only just waken from such a long slumber, and he was not sure that he wished to lie on a mattress for some time yet. He supposed if this new victim of his was compliant enough, if he continued to be as amusing as he had been thus far, then Ghirahim might give him a little reward. After all, it would be painful, in any position, to copulate upon the gritty, rough, icy cold surface, especially for one so injured as Link was.
Ah, yes, these sweet injuries…the lord probably should have been at least a tad more careful, but the way the blood flowed from that soft flesh, pouring beneath those captivatingly defiant, storm-colored eyes…well, it had been quite worth the risk. Besides, none of the wounds had yet proved to be fatal, and that was all that mattered.
A warm puff of air exited through Link’s nose as Ghirahim pressed his raw, disgusting, carnivorous opening against his mouth. Settling for simply lying there compliantly, for the time being, the hero’s lips did not so much as move in response. Even though he kept telling himself to move away—-that he could still win. He wondered morosely if the new taste in his mouth from the demon was that of his own blood. His eyelids squeezed tightly to a close and he could have started gagging at the possibility. It was better not to think about that…