DEIMOS erection - OZEL cumshot variant!

The air was cool on Deimos’ naked flesh. It licked at the wetness of his exposed glans, sending a brisk chill coursing through his entire body.  

Ozel’s horde had ambushed and incapacitated him with considerable difficulty, but they had succeeded nonetheless. This had been a team effort the likes of which was rarely seen among demonkind. After putting up a brave fight, the Taro Demon had succumbed. Later, his attackers had mystically bound him to this ruined landscape, a nameless, all but forgotten pocket of discarded reality, nestled somewhere between Earth and Hell.  

Deimos didn’t know where he was, but waiting for what would surely be the return of Ozel and his brethren was getting on his nerves.  

His attackers had stripped him of his leather chest harness and yanked his pants down to his knees, exposing his perfect rump, his heavy balls and that glorious cock of his. Deimos couldn’t help it… he was rock hard and his erection quivered in the gentle, but nippy breath of the landscape.  He could see his breath upon the air. His arms were goose-fleshed and his perky nipples were hard enough to cut diamonds.   

When Ozel finally reappeared, he did so alone. No ghastly beasts at his side; No brethren risen from the foulest depths of Hell. Nothing. He was quite alone.  

This surprised Deimos. Ozel wasn’t one to take unnecessary risks, nor was he one to underestimate his foes. Clearly, he was quite confident that Deimos no longer posed a threat.  

The imposing crimson devil approached Deimos and seized his hardon, squeezing and stroking the organ.  

“Ggrrrnnhh”, complained Deimos.  

“Quiet, Taro Demon. My brothers will be back shortly and then your traitorous flesh will be theirs for the ravaging. They will violate you in every way you can imagine, and in ways you cannot begin to. They will use and abuse your impressively muscled frame until your will is completely crushed and your balls can no longer yield semen. Then, when they grow bored with using you and filling your every hole with their unholy seed, you will be slain and you will be devoured.” 

He paused.  

Deimos sneered.

“Sounds like a fucking vacation!”

“Unless…?”

Ozel drew his lips to the tip of Deimos’ penis and flicked his grotesquely long tongue against the piss-slit teasingly. 

“Unless?”, demanded Deimos.

“I was simply thinking that if you willingly gave yourself to me, body and soul, I could spare you from the countless horrors my brothers wish to inflict upon you. You have but to ask.”

Deimos’ face softened. He smiled, and yet his eyes remained hard and hateful, hinting at his true feelings.

“Bring on your fucking brothers, shit-bag! Let the ravaging begin! I’ve faced worse odds. You’re gonna find I’m more than up to the challenge!”  

Ozel sighed melodramatically. He took a few steps back from Deimos and returned his fake smile.  

“Pity. I had so hoped to bind you to my side for all of eternity. Such a waste. You’re a son-of-a-bitch, Deimos, but you are a magnificent beast, sensual as you are deadly. I shall take no pleasure in your destruction.”

“Sure you won’t! Quit boring me and bring back your douche-bag cronies, already! I wanna get my rocks off!”  

Ozel’s hands gesticulated and a portal of unholy light began to appear. Deimos could already see the outline of several demons materialize from within the unearthly glow. He braced himself. It would be a long, difficult night.  

And still, despite the fear he must surely have been feeling, his cock stood perfectly rigid and fully erect, prepared – eager -- for the challenge that lay ahead.  

Continued HERE and HERE! 

LINES: Fillion

COLORS: Cabrera & Fillion

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