It was almost too much for him to bear.<br/><br/>The sensations she was deliverying him almost paid off for the bondage he found himself submitted too. By the Endless Void, if she kept doing it for too long he would not manage to keep up despite his best training into resisting and taking his time not to explode. As the rapes went as duties, it was demanded of M'Gul to be inside a poor soul for as long as possible prior to exploding - to make the torment longer and more overwhelming on itself.<br/><br/><strong>"..."</strong>, he gasped, trying to swallow some more. He needed to wash his dried up throat somehow. But he would not cry for water. Not just as soon. She would discard him as a weakling, and that M'Gul was not. Never.<strong>"Despite it..."</strong>, he growled.<strong>"...She had to... soil her Father."</strong>, he said as he breathed as if just having run a sprint. Sweat was forming on his brow and down his chest, the muscles almost shining under the shaggy, greasy fur.<br/><br/>And then, she blew. The breath was chilling despite being warm - around the flow of the boiling hot demonblood that coursed his thickness - M'Gul grunted. He took her own voice for a soft moan. Maybe he was managing to keep her interested, or even slowly aroused with his tale? Maybe he would win her over, and convince her touch to come closer and closer? Her lips were just so painfully close... so close...<br/><br/><strong>"...The Lord was married... to a noblewoman. A fine Lady, that even though wasn't her Mother, was kind to Helicent."</strong>, he went on, trying to control his urges. The dripping precum fell off in little drops between them, a little droplet reaching down her thigh.<strong>"...But Helicent... wasn't kind to her."</strong>