[ Is this how he's going to die? He can't believe this is how he's going to die. After months and months of surviving and enduring all sorts of fantasy bullshit and terrifying fights, this is how he's going to die -- choking on the monster dick of some tiny little goblin-creature that's cackling like a fucking Saturday morning cartoon villain.
That bleary thought is all he can manage as Gen squirms and jolts under the weight of a multitude of little hands keeping him pinned to the ground. Past the wet sounds of the imp's cock scrubbing the inside of his throat, he can vaguely make out some other noises -- more cackling, a slapping noise, Atsumu's stupid screaming. So the two of them were caught too, huh.
He feels guilty that a part of him is glad he won't have to endure this alone.
-- though even that thought's soon edged out of his head by a strange heat starting to build low in the pit of his stomach, wicked and hot. Gen tries to shake his head, twisting under the imps' grasps, but the one fucking his face just laughs and thrusts all the way in, painting a thick coating of pre-cum all the way down, wicked and hot. It earns another hard jolt, though this time less in resistance, and more because -- he's getting hard, Gen realizes dimly past the haze of oxygen deprivation.
He's getting his clothes shredded, a throbbing demon cock pressed into each of his hands, and as his throat's being drenched and pummeled with each jerk of the imp's hips, he's starting to feel so aroused he can't think.
Maybe above the racket, Rin and Atsumu might notice that the noises Gen is making are starting to change. Those choked snarls are starting to turn a little sweeter; even muffled deep in his throat and coming wet with fluids, they sound more like whimpers than swears. And when the imp fucking his face abruptly withdraws for a moment to slap him in the face with that hard length, it's an unmistakable moan that slips from him.
Maybe it's lucky that Gen doesn't even have the chance or cognizance to feel ashamed of that. Not when the demon yanks at his hair, taunting, 'Starting to feel it, aren't you, you slut!' followed by a chorus of whoops and jeers from the other imps. What few thoughts he can gather amidst the din are soon scattered anyway as the demon resumes fucking his face with fast strokes, each slap of its groin against his face resounding through the cavern. ]
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That bleary thought is all he can manage as Gen squirms and jolts under the weight of a multitude of little hands keeping him pinned to the ground. Past the wet sounds of the imp's cock scrubbing the inside of his throat, he can vaguely make out some other noises -- more cackling, a slapping noise, Atsumu's stupid screaming. So the two of them were caught too, huh.
He feels guilty that a part of him is glad he won't have to endure this alone.
-- though even that thought's soon edged out of his head by a strange heat starting to build low in the pit of his stomach, wicked and hot. Gen tries to shake his head, twisting under the imps' grasps, but the one fucking his face just laughs and thrusts all the way in, painting a thick coating of pre-cum all the way down, wicked and hot. It earns another hard jolt, though this time less in resistance, and more because -- he's getting hard, Gen realizes dimly past the haze of oxygen deprivation.
He's getting his clothes shredded, a throbbing demon cock pressed into each of his hands, and as his throat's being drenched and pummeled with each jerk of the imp's hips, he's starting to feel so aroused he can't think.
Maybe above the racket, Rin and Atsumu might notice that the noises Gen is making are starting to change. Those choked snarls are starting to turn a little sweeter; even muffled deep in his throat and coming wet with fluids, they sound more like whimpers than swears. And when the imp fucking his face abruptly withdraws for a moment to slap him in the face with that hard length, it's an unmistakable moan that slips from him.
Maybe it's lucky that Gen doesn't even have the chance or cognizance to feel ashamed of that. Not when the demon yanks at his hair, taunting, 'Starting to feel it, aren't you, you slut!' followed by a chorus of whoops and jeers from the other imps. What few thoughts he can gather amidst the din are soon scattered anyway as the demon resumes fucking his face with fast strokes, each slap of its groin against his face resounding through the cavern. ]