As the demon lord nibbled and bit the boys ears made him audibly moan, the feeling of his sharp teeth against his skin just fired up something carnal and vile inside him. He pushed back, pressing greedily up against the thickness inside him. He hissed, the pain and pleasure becoming undestinguishable as slap after slap rained down his supple ass. The lean fat rippling and the skin turning red as he was treated like a little whore. His cock was straining, throbbing as the demon lord savagle assulted his prostate.<br/><br/>"Nnh I am your bitch my lord!" one might have wondered why he'd break so easily. But one had to understand that oracles forced themselves to restrain any need or lust in order to not taint their gift. To the now utterly defile elf, the term whoracle was more then accurate. All feelings were trippled due to his gift and his new body was already sensitive to begin with. "Fuck me Master!" He moaned again and again as fingers dug into tree hard enough to draw blood. He was surrendering to this thickness, this dominance. His mind blank.