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Born of Ashes... Choose Moros
🕑 Added 2025-11-01 01:26:42 +0000 UTCFuck John throat harder
Moros grunted in cruel satisfaction as he continued to ruthlessly fuck John's throat, his girthy demonic cock plunging in and out of the hero's stretched lips. John could only gurgle and choke around the thick intrusion, tears streaming down his face as he struggled not to vomit.
The magical toy pressed against his chin buzzed and vibrated with an insistent, wicked rhythm. John tried desperately to resist the unwanted pleasure it forced upon him, but his treacherous body betrayed him. He could feel heat building in his groin, his own cock twitching and hardening against his will.
Moros sneered, sensing John's reluctant arousal. "That's it, pet," he growled, punctuating his degrading words with a particularly brutal thrust. "Submit to it. Embrace the pleasure, just as you must embrace your new purpose."
John's mind raged against the violation, a storm of anguish and despair churning within him. He had fallen so far, betraying everything he once stood for, and now he was being reduced to a plaything, a set of holes for the demons' twisted amusement. The pleasure the toy forced upon him felt like a perverse mockery of his once noble spirit.
But even as he choked and sputtered, Moros showed no mercy. His thrusts grew harder, more brutal, his claws gripping John's hair painfully as he used the hero's throat like a mere sleeve for his own gratification.
"You're mine now," Moros snarled, his eyes glinting with cruel triumph. "A plaything for me to use and abuse as I see fit. And you will learn to crave it, to beg for it."
John's mind screamed in protest, but his body betrayed him, the unwanted pleasure building to a shameful crescendo. He could only pray that in this darkest of moments, he found the strength to resist, to cling to the last fading embers of his honor.
But even as he struggled, Moros hilting deep in his throat, John knew the terrible truth. The man who had once been a beacon of hope and justice had fallen, corrupted by his desperate desire to save his beloved wife. And now, as he choked on demonic cock, he had become a symbol of the coming darkness, a grim portent of the fate that awaited the world if the demons had their way.
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