[The pleasure wraps itself around the pain — an inextricable weave, braided into the sensation of metal yanking at nerves, tender clit sending a hot wave through him that only ebbs into the sharper, razor-edged electricity of the piercing. The dildo slides inside of him, unyielding, that slow rhythm set by a mechanical pace that does not tire or falter. It feels inhuman, and it won't respond to the way he ineffectively grinds down onto its length.
And those cruel words degrade him further, make him nothing more than a whore pregnant by his enemy's seed. It burns to imagine the rest of the world's perception of him now. Stripped of pride, and power, and kept here like a decorated prize. There's a hitch in his throat, broken on another crack in composure — sobbing for air, eyes closed tight, past the point of formulating words in retaliation.
He comes hard, the orgasm trembling through him, pussy clenching until the size of the toy shoved into it starts to hurt a little; Cy will feel the tremors where that hand strokes over his swollen belly. He's gasping, crying out only to bite his tongue so it isn't so loud, feeling the slick rush of arousal that soon begins to smear his inner thighs.]
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And those cruel words degrade him further, make him nothing more than a whore pregnant by his enemy's seed. It burns to imagine the rest of the world's perception of him now. Stripped of pride, and power, and kept here like a decorated prize. There's a hitch in his throat, broken on another crack in composure — sobbing for air, eyes closed tight, past the point of formulating words in retaliation.
He comes hard, the orgasm trembling through him, pussy clenching until the size of the toy shoved into it starts to hurt a little; Cy will feel the tremors where that hand strokes over his swollen belly. He's gasping, crying out only to bite his tongue so it isn't so loud, feeling the slick rush of arousal that soon begins to smear his inner thighs.]