"Nhhgh..." Arden chokes down the groan, but not quickly enough, and flinches away from Eris. His hips twitch, sliding the smooth shaft, drooling white liquid from the tip, against Eris' hands. A deep sense of betrayal begins to suffuse in Arden's mind - if they don't want us /doing/ this, why would they make it so easy to /want/ it? He tenses again, holding himself still against the keen awareness of the demon's hands, mouth and the close proximity of his form.