#mothguitar

Those who fight over Radiostatic, Radioapple, Staticmoth (and other ships) and which one is better-

-and those like me who ship all of them and watch the fight like "..."

Val has a collar on Adam, and tugs at the chain, arching the mans back as he gets fucked from behind. His 6 month pregnant stomach os on full display, his skin covered in bite marks, covered in Val's pink saliva.

Adam's begging for realise while holding his stomach as he rocked back onto Val's cock.

The live chat is going wild watching the disgraced first man being used for the millionth time. Adam had long ago signed a contract with Val, back when the mother caught a glimpse of the princess and her girlfriend staring at his establishment. Val isn't going to slip up, he didn't want any royal touching what was his. Especially now that they were expecting.

Finally, Val drops the chain, allowing Adam to breath and fall to the mattress with his ass in the air, giving the camera and the viewers a good look at his blissed out face and the overlord pounding behind him.

Val: Best cock you've ever bad, baby~?

Adam: A-Ahh! Y-yes, daddy!

Val: Good, mi amor. Now, tell the camera how you're mine~.

The first man cums with a silent scream, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. The camera watched as Val continued to fuck him, until he was a begging, weeping mess.

Leaning back in his seat, Vox stared at one of the many giant screens, laughing at how pathetic Val made Adam look. Such an imposing force for over seven years, now reduced to a snivelling, pregnant cum slut.

With a few key presses, the clipped video was sent off to someone he was sure would enjoy it.

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"Val: Good, mi amor. Now, tell the camera how you're mine~."

The king replayed that part over and over. He could only listen to Adam's voice once.

"Val: Good, mi amor. Now, tell the camera how you're mine~."

He closed his eyes. And breathed. In and out.

"Val: Good, mi amor. Now, tell the camera how you're mine~."

Voices travelled from the kitchen, all four five kids were over for dinner. They had travelled from their respective rings to see their father. They barely remembered Adam now, and Lucifer didn't want them to know exactly who he was out of shame of who he's become.

"Val: Good, mi amor. Now, tell the camera how you're mine~."

His hand clenched tightly around his phone as he replayed the clip, but further ahead. There was one frame that showed Adam in all his malnourished, used, drugged up glory.

Screwing his eyes shut, Lucifer tried to forget the look on Adam's face. He looked tired. Scared. But it was only for a moment. Anyone who didn't know Adam would miss it.

"Val: Good, mi amor. Now, tell the camera how you're mine~."

Lucifer: F-Fuck... I've truly lost you...

Art and questions under the cut just in case it upsets anyone