[Oh. Oh. Honestly, if he were a weaker man, hearing Neuvillette calling him good boy could make him come on the spot. That velvety voice praising him settles on his mind like a weighted blanket. It earns a moan and a shiver as he soaks in those wonderful words.
What is more wonderful is the feeling of being filled. It's stinging, not quite prepared to take it, but it only earns a pleasured, pained groan in response. His hands find Neuvillette's thighs, nails lightly digging in as he writhes under the other.]
A-Ah. Yes. [He can barely focus his gaze on the other, his mind stuck on the feeling of the tendril inside him and Neuvillette's hand on his cock. The friction like electro running up his spine.]
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What is more wonderful is the feeling of being filled. It's stinging, not quite prepared to take it, but it only earns a pleasured, pained groan in response. His hands find Neuvillette's thighs, nails lightly digging in as he writhes under the other.]
A-Ah. Yes. [He can barely focus his gaze on the other, his mind stuck on the feeling of the tendril inside him and Neuvillette's hand on his cock. The friction like electro running up his spine.]