"Well, ish'not gunna suck itshelf," There was an odd harshness to his voice, but it only made you quiver. Your eyes fall to the cock's flattened tip, bobbing in front of you with the beat of his heart. A small drip of precum starts to fall from it, and you hurry to catch it' your mouth popping onto his member as you do.
One of his hands grips your hair, somewhat painfully, as he forces more of that pony-pecker down your throat, both of you groaning as his girth stretches your gullet. It feels different than last time, he's rougher, more forceful, having already pushed the medial ring past your lips. Your arms hung uselessly at your sides as Bacchanalian Skies used your throat as a sex toy, pony-pre dripping down your throat, somehow both numbing your mind but accentuating every thrust into your throat as it stretched your gullet.
"You luv it, don'cha bitch," the drunken deviant groaned, "Just a cock-schucking l'ttle whore." He grunted as his balls clapped loudly against your chin, each thrust filling your senses with his musk as you felt his cock pulse inside you.
You could hear his insult you, debase you. To him you were nothing more than something to stick his cock in, a cum-bucket...And you were happy about it? Every slurred insult just made you care less and less, every debasing phrase he stumbled over made you oddly all the more happy to be his 'Cock-schucking, dick-luvin' cum rag'. Every slap of his balls against your chin made you more anxious for his finish, every time his cock slid over your tongue made you yearn for his cum, and every pulse of his member made you more aware how close you were to getting what you wanted...
A life as a magical hero's cum-dump...
It was here, seconds away...You could feel his balls churning against your chin, you could feel as the cum worked along his cum-vein down your throat, just about to explode right into your stomach and-
Next thing you knew, you were on the street, some weird, inky-black tentacled horror fading away on the pavement in front of you and a few other people...
Yeah, you were on your way to a meeting of the Bacchanalian Skies fan club and...something had attacked you...so it had-
"'ey," A familiar slur caught your attention, and that of the other recovering members of your club. All of you looked up to see him overlooking the lot of you, smoking guns in hand, the subject of your recent, monster induced wet-dream, and that of the others.
"'e-ey, you folks alrigh'?" He slurred as he crouched close to where you lay on the ground, his cock hanging literally inches from your face, "Tha' thing did a numb'r on you civvies..."
You literally couldn't stop yourself if you'd wanted to. You lurched forward, wrapping your lips around the swinging cockhead, another nearby fan popping other low-hanging fruit into their mouth as you all cought the hero off guard, in what would be the first of many meet and suck events between Bacchanalian Skies and his very devoted fan club.
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A pic I got from
\n\t\t\t\t\tKeishinkae to follow up Bacchanalian Skies' last pic. I surprisingly like making alt's of Rumford, keep an eye out for a couple more in the future, including one that will be his own character