Then it was his turn to feel the real Drake again and he was back in heaven.
As the second round concluded, Lord Dle’Shuul was sitting on a simple throne, erect and with a line of gold running down his muscle cock.
Chay cheated at rock-paper-scissor again. He couldn’t do it too often or he’d get caught but he wasn’t thinking straight with nectar on the line.
Lord Dle’Shuul used the already spilled nectar to lube up his flexing, striated muscle-dick, relaxing it to its thinnest length.
Chay stood with his legs on either side of the bigger marble-legs, ass to the demon, pointing his radiant crotch away to not blind his top.
He sank down.
The nectar ‘pre-cum’ was such an effective muscle relaxant that Chay lost control of his thighs and sank faster than intended. The stretching pain barely registered. He was hardly five inches down the shaft when the muscle-cock pulsed, hardening and thickening like a flexed biceps and a dollop of nectar got ‘injected’ into Chay’s sore guts.
Consuming nectar orally altered the mind. Getting it shot up the ass did all the same things but affected the body a great deal more. Chay’s body was flexed as he rode but he felt relaxed to an almost transcendental degree. His whole being was made of sex. Manliness, dick and muscle radiated from his ass into every fiber.
Nectar overflowed and ran in bursts from his hole, splattering down the muscle-cock, alabaster balls and onto the throne.
As the bursts turned to steadier streams from his ass into the recesses of the floor, Chay felt satisfied. For the first time since he had gotten horny in limbo he was truly sexually satisfied.
He had definitely creamed lots across himself but that was as much as he could tell about his body. He had long turned into wax. Dle’Shuul was holding him at the waist and using him as a fleshlight.
Chay watched the gold liquid flow through grooves before the throne into little pools where the Drake was bottling it. Were his friends drinking or patiently waiting their turn? His vision wasn’t clear enough to focus on them.
It could have been a minute or an hour. The ride came to an end, eventually. He didn’t fight. He was *Satisfied*. Ready to declare his life a success. Willing to lay there forever and just bask.
He didn’t know if he had fallen asleep but after some time the Hellions laid Goro next to him. He dragged the weak, sweating, cum rope covered hunk into a loose hug. Nectar shimmered between the bald Japanese powerlifter’s legs.
Chay looked up and saw Xane become a willing fleshlight, his crotch radiating holy light as he became transcendentally Satisfied by the demon that made the aegis react.
It wasn’t an ideal solution but now they knew how to fight the horniness. Or was this just another, even worse addiction? Would the satisfaction require more and more ‘injections’?
Xane’s moans became a permanent warbling cry.
In Goro’s slick embrace, Chay fell asleep.