#nsfm.

Even back then, he had daydreams of just taking you when you were alone with him. Tearing off your clothes, holding you down, and just fucking you senseless. You wouldn’t fight him either. You’d enjoy every second of it, holding onto him for dear life, begging him for more while mewling his name over and over again. He could hear your voice so clearly when he closed his eyes. Of course, he’d never act on it, no matter how tempted he was. That’s not how he was raised, nor was that how he wanted his first time with you to happen. He wanted to take his time with you and savor it. This was just something to think about as he laid in bed at night, stroking himself until he was raw and dazed.

As the years turned into decades, he lost your voice. He was devastated when he couldn’t hear your voice over the victims he took to sate himself while he waited, each one looking strikingly similar to you. It was then that he realized he had failed in keeping his part of the deal to obtain you, that too much time had passed and you were gone. It took him years to come to terms with the fact that even though he had your sketch, he would never hear your voice again.

Losing your voice in his mind was also due to those witches who stood in for you. If it weren’t for them, he’d remember it as clear as a bell but they had to scream and cry and beg to be released. It only angered him greatly once he was over the fact they looked like you that they were to blame for taking something so precious away from him. Once your voice was gone, his victims started to last less longer than when he could hear it. He’d have them just to satisfy an itch, granted they were gagged to keep him from killing them during sex for reminding him of what their predecessors stole from him. As long as he could just look at them and picture you, he could satisfy himself but only for a short time. It never lingered like it used to.

But then… the Petrification Ceremony came. Belos had you, dead to rights. You were on your knees, tied up and helpless. You wouldn’t have been able to leave if it weren’t for him releasing you. He asked himself over and over again why he let you go as he entered the throne room. But the important thing was your voice was back. It echoed through his head clear again. He knew you were in the Boiling Isles for a while already, yet that was the first time he heard you speak.  

Halfway to his throne, he ordered everyone out and had the doors slammed behind them with a powerful locking spell. His loins ached heavily, something that hadn’t happened since… well since he first saw the illusion of you from the Conformatorium raid. He began to feel light-headed with his breathing was labored enough for him to have to remove his mask to take in fresher air. Setting his mask aside, he collapsed into the seat and leaned back, legs apart, and started to palm himself while his mind wandered. 

At first, he went straight back to what initially caused the aching, you standing before him with your eyes locked with his in a glare. That was the first time he had seen you face to face since he found out you were on the Boiling Isles. It was also the first time he heard your voice in centuries. Luz disappeared from the picture entirely and he just focused on you. You were angry, of course, but not about what he wanted you to be angry about. Since he already knew what you were angry over, he decided it was a change of scenery, his current place.

You storming through those currently locked doors, demanding answers to questions that only he knew the answer to. Your curiosity started all of this. Of course, he planned to tease you some before that angry scowl turned into a sad pout. His free hand dug into the arm of the throne as his breath hitched. Such a gorgeous expression. His body jolted hard at your voice suddenly ringing through his head. It was a lot more intense than he remembered. 

“Why did you leave me?”

“Beloved, I had no choice,” he panted. “I had to… to prove myself to your father… to everyone…!”

“I didn’t want you to prove anything to anyone! I wanted you to come back home. Come back to me,” you scoffed, stepping closer. “I don’t care what they thought of you…”

He grunted softly, closing his eyes with his head tilted forward. Opening them slightly, he fumbled to release his throbbing member from his clothes and gripped it firmly before stroking it, slow at first. He started to become lost in his fantasy of you.

“I know, Beloved… I know… I-I’ll have everything finished up soon enough…” he swallowed hard and shuddered. “I promise-”

“Too much time has passed and I’m tired of waiting…”

A jolt shot up his spine when you moved closer, your eyes boring into his again, only this time with a sultry gaze. When you reached the throne, you placed both hands on either arm and slid a knee onto the seat next to his hip. You did the same with the other until you were straddling his lap. Your hands moved from the arms of the throne to his chest and they slid up to his jaw, one caressing it while the other ran up his cheek and through his hair. Belos stared up at you with shock.

“B-Beloved-”

“Besides, haven’t you done enough… my Emperor…?”

His eyes started to glow brightly and became half-lidded as a primal urge rose in his chest.

“Yes…” he breathed.

“You built all of this from the ground up… Caused so many to suffer for their evil… Shouldn’t you give yourself a bit of a break?”

“Yes…!”

“Good… I think you should too…” you murmured, leaning into him and giving him a soft kiss but it didn’t last. Instead, you moved to his ear. “Fuck me, Philip.”

At that moment, he lost any control he was trying to keep hold of. His hands took hold of your clothes and tore them asunder desperately without a second thought. In no time, he was sitting on the edge of his throne, leaning forward with a death grip on you as he brought your hips down on him hard and fast, allowing decades upon decades of pent-up frustration out.

One arm had been locked around your waist with his fingers biting into your hip to force you to ride him while the other was hooked around your side with a hand splayed across your back, keeping you trapped against him.  He could feel your hands gripping the clothes on his shoulders under his cloak, your legs tightening around his waist as he pounded your hips against his. Your cries and moans echoed off the walls of the throne room, belting out his name and begging him for more. His forehead rested on yours, his glowing eyes staring deeply into your own, never breaking away. 

“Philip…!”

“I love you…” he panted huskily and began to repeat it each time your hips met his as his release drew near. The thought of emptying his seed into you for the first time was threatening to end him now. Not yet, he thought to himself. Your hands removed themselves from his shoulders and cupped his face before pulling him into a deep kiss. 

“I love you, Philip,” you uttered back once the kiss was broken. “I always have…”

Feeling your body tense accompanied by a final cry as you hugged him tightly threw Belos into his own climax.

“B-Beloved!”

Something warm hit Belos in the face and his eyes snapped open. The fantasy was gone, just like that. Glancing down, he found that he had come, not in you as he had fantasized about, but all over the front of his clothes.  He was a bit surprised at how much of it there was, and chalked it up to not finding anything satisfying enough to get such a reaction.

“What a mess,” he gave a breathy chuckle and stirred a finger. Instantly, the evidence of his self-pleasure dissipated. After fixing his clothes and making himself decent enough if anyone were to walk in on him, he allowed himself to rest against the back of the throne to enjoy the waning ecstasy, riding out wave after wave with a sated smile. He let out an amused hum, thinking back to how combative you were earlier that night and how his agreement was still in place. “Ah… nothing but wishful thinking…”

He leaned his head against his fist, exhaling slowly with his eyes closed.

“And then! Scene!” Bruno ended another one of his telenovelas on yet another cliffhanger, earning him cries from Dolores to continue on and applause from Mirabel and Antonio.

“Nooo! Keep going! Don’t end it here! We have to know!” she whined, asking questions about the plot and how it could possibly end. Bruno chuckled and shook his head.

“Ah, ah. You’ll have to wait until next time!”

“Yeah. Right. “Next time”,” you scoffed, leaning your cheek against your fist. You had been sitting at the back, running a pen across the paper you had propped up against your knee out of boredom. “Like there ever is a “next time”.”

Bruno’s face fell, noticing the irritated expression on your face. Mirabel glanced back at you.

“What do you mean?” she asked, causing Bruno the flinch.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” you murmured. Bruno immediately dodged Mirabel’s gaze as he quietly ushered the kids out of the room, telling them to go see if Julieta had finished making dinner. Once the door closed, he made his way over to you and sat on a stool in front of you.

“... what's wrong?” he asked softly. You didn’t move but raised your eyes to him.

“You know what’s wrong.”

“Is this because I tossed out the Maria arch?” he raised his brows. You shot him a glare which made him lean back some. “I take that as a yes?”

With a heavy sigh, you pushed yourself out of the chair and headed for the door.

“You’re mocking me now, aren’t you? Just forget it!”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Bruno whirled around, catching your hand before you left and making you stop a few feet shy of the door. “No, no! I’m not! I can always just add it to the next story-”

You didn’t answer but he could see you tense up with a fist balling up.

“Y/N, it’s only a story-”

“It’s not about the story!” you turned on him. Bruno looked taken aback by how angry you seemed.

“... Okay… Then-”

“It’s about how when something is started and right before a certain something happens, you abandon it!”

Bruno blinked. “Like what?”

Your face went red a moment as if you were trying to figure out how to put what you were thinking in words but it just wasn’t happening. You exhaled hard.

“All right! How about several of your romance arcs?! Right before anyone has a chance to be together, you scrap the entire story in favor of a new one or end it as quickly as you can without a satisfying ending!”

“I don’t do that!”

"Just in this arc alone, right before Alejandro and Maria were just about to share a passionate moment, Alejandro jumps up and runs off to go fight Eduardo without any explanation!”

Bruno’s expression brightened.

“Oh, well, you see, Alejandro was driven mad by jealousy, and before he could be with Maria, he had to defeat-” he explained while waving his hands as he talked but you cut him off.

“And he dies by Eduardo’s hand, never to be with Maria again!”

Somewhere in Casita, you heard Dolores cry out in anguish.

“Dammit,” Bruno sighed under his breath. “I wanted to keep that-”

“Then,” you continued without letting him finish. “In the last one, instead of allowing Jose to marry Marco, you have him kill his lover instead!”

“That’s because he found out Marco was cheating on him-”

“Which you also glossed over when he was in the stable with Enrico! The only way Jose knew was because he witnessed Enrico kissing the back of Marco’s hand right before the wedding! The one before that you just threw out right before Gabriela and Juanita-”

“Ooh, that one got a bit too spicy…” Bruno’s face reddened and he glanced to the side while pulling at the loose collar of his undershirt.

“That’s just it! No one ever gets past a kiss or a soft caress-!”

“I do have to write these with some restraint, I mean, my audience is mostly kids and I can’t get too carried away or…”

The way you fell silent while seething at him made the light in Bruno’s mind go off.

“This… This isn’t about the stories… is it?”

“Why even do romance plots when you can’t even do it in real life?” you growled before storming out. Bruno stood there, frozen in place. It felt like an arrow had just embedded itself in his chest.

“Y-Y/N! Y/N, wait-!” he called after you but he couldn’t bring himself to follow. It was as if his body was waiting for you to be out of the vicinity before letting him move because, by the time he was able to step out of the hidden room, you were already gone. Julieta stood there in the kitchen, looking perplexed in the direction of the door.

“What was that about?” she asked slowly. She jumped slightly at the sight of Bruno standing there, staring out the doorway. “Are you okay?”

Bruno shook his head, tears welling in his eyes.

“... No…”

Julieta immediately dropped the arepa she was preparing and rushed around the counter to embrace her brother.

“Oh no! What did they do?!” she growled, snapping her head toward the doorway. Bruno shook his head, wiping his eyes with his palm. Her reaction surprised him as he would have expected it more out of Pepa than Julieta, but he quickly explained what had happened. He knew what Pepa would have done to you if she thought you had hurt him, he was scared to find out what Julieta would have done. Her domain was the kitchen, where the knives were.

Julieta’s face softened when she realized it was more of a miscommunication than you actually hurting him on purpose.

“Ah… It sounds as if you two haven’t been on the same page lately. It’s okay. It happens,” she cooed, moving his hair out of his face and wiping his eyes with the corner of her apron. “Do you remember when the last time you two were… well… intimate?”

Bruno let out a soft sob as he thought. He had opened his mouth several times as if to make a claim but immediately backed off of it.

“I-I don’t remember…” he whispered, staring wide-eyed at the doorway.

What he did remember was a lot of times you tried to initiate some form of intimacy with him and he had just brushed it off for various reasons, either what you did gave him inspiration for a new story which made him go running off to write it and rehearse it with his rats, he was tired from being up all hours creating new material, or he was distracted by one of the kids. He remembered being distracted a lot by the kids, being pulled in three different directions by Mirabel, Camilo, and Antonio alone.

The phrase “next time” did click in his mind, as he told you that whenever you wanted to try something new and he just wasn’t in the mood. He now understood why it set you off back in the hidden room. He flinched at the memory of pulling his free hand away from yours when you tried to take it while he was busy writing and the promise of making it up to you “later”, which he knew he never did. If that comment you made was like an arrow to the chest for him, he wondered how that felt for you to be denied like that. You had to be touch starved at this point.

Julieta’s eyebrows flashed as he swallowed hard.

“Brunito, that’s not good.”

“I-I know… I-I’ve just been…” he tried to say. What? Busy? Distracted? The more he tried to find the right thing to say, the worst it sounded. He pressed a palm against his forehead. “Dios, I’m an idiot… What do I do now?!”

“Well,” Julieta sighed, fixing her apron. “I suggest that you put aside whatever that has had your attention lately and maybe have a night alone with Y/N. That means no telenovela scripts, no rats, no kids.”

Bruno nodded, racking his brain for anything he could do for you.

“Keep it simple. Don’t go overboard,” she added upon seeing the furrowed brow as she went back to her cooking. “Y/N just wants you. Nothing else.”

“What… what do you suggest?” he swallowed hard, face reddening. His older sister paused before looking back at him with a soft smirk.

“Well…”

After spending most of the day wandering around town in thought, you headed back to Casita, your mind full of what you wanted to say to Bruno but didn't know if you could. With a heavy sigh, you turned the doorknob to Bruno’s room and stepped inside. The same hourglass door greeted you, only the sand parted when you walked through. The room was in better condition and more inviting. No longer was there an illegal amount of stairs, but a handful that led up to an opening to a cave, and the giant hand pointing to the sky was gone. It was almost as if it had always been a couple of feet off the ground instead of hundreds. Instead of going to the cave, you made your way to the left wall which quietly opened up to reveal a dark bedroom drenched in deep greens and golds. Hourglasses of all shapes and sizes decorated the walls and furniture, some glowing to give the room a bit of mystical ambiance, and in the corner stood a dress form with an old, delicate-looking green and gold traditional robe. You hated that thing. It always made you jump when you caught glimpses of it out of the corner of your eye.

You moved toward the large, four-poster bed with dark green curtains decorated the same as the rest of the room. Not bothering to see if Bruno was there or not, you opened the curtains just enough to sit on the end of the bed with your head in your hands. You were deep in thought about what to do about Bruno when two hands came out of the darkness on the bed behind you and pulled you further onto the bed.

“W-What?!” you gasped. Landing on your back, you felt someone roll onto you. In the darkness, you thought you could make out Bruno’s form.

“There you are,” Bruno’s voice purred. “I was hoping you’d come to bed. Any longer and I’d have to come looking for you.”

Moments later, the dark bed was dimly lit with gold lights that were ingrained in the wood and curtains. Bruno’s gentle green eyes peered down at you with a soft smile. He was shirtless but still wore his usual pants and belt. Your stare hardened and you pushed your lover off of you by his face before pulling yourself out from under him and sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Stop.”

“Y/N…”

“Just. Just don’t,” you turned your head away when you felt the bed shift, indicating Bruno had moved behind you.

“Please, I-"

“I don’t want to get into this right now. My head hurts, I don’t feel good in general,” you scoffed. The weight behind you shifted and you felt his hands rest on your shoulders. His chest was now against your back and his knees hugged your hips.

“I know something that can work just as well, if not better, than Julieta’s cooking,” he muttered, his voice huskier than usual. Bruno nuzzled the crook of your neck before leaving a trail of soft, tender kisses down your shoulder and his hands moved down your back. You tried to ground yourself the best you could so you didn’t react. “Te extraño…”

“I’m not in the mood,” you mumbled and crossed your arms when his long fingers hooked around your sides.

“Don’t lie to me, mí Vida… Your skin gives you away…” he breathed in your ear, referring to the goosebumps he caused by running his hands down your sides. You fought hard to keep your breath from quickening and your back from arching. You wanted to be angry with him. If you weren’t, you were afraid that he’d only use this sort of thing to get out of trouble with you and that the behavior would still go on. You wanted to keep him out. You wanted it to have it sink in that he couldn’t keep doing this to you. You wanted to pull away to stay angry but… damn those hands of his…

As his hands made their slow descent down your sides, his thumbs hitting sweet spots on the way, you finally let out a moan. There was just no way you would have been able to sit there and endure one of his most tender displays of affection. It had been a while, but it still held the same power it did when he first did it to you. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away either. Technically, this was what you wanted.

“There… Just relax. Deja que te cuide, mí amor…”

Bruno continued to speak softly in your ear as his hands made their way under your shirt. You let out a loud gasp from the skin-on-skin contact and bit your lip hard with your eyes closed. Your reaction made Bruno frown and tighten his hold on you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered, massaging your skin gently. “I should have never let it get this bad.”

His fingertips grazing your skin was enough to send your eyes rolling back and send shivers through you. You listened intently to what he was saying, but you couldn’t reply, not while his hands were moving. You saw stars when they brushed just above the waistband of your pants. Noting this reaction, Bruno began to undo your pants and slipped them off. He just didn’t do it very quickly. He let his fingers drag over your hips and thighs before discarding the clothing on the floor. You couldn’t keep yourself still, twisting your body with the agonizing long strokes and then the full palm gliding up your thighs and settling on your hips. Next, your shirt followed, pulling it up over your head and tossing it, too, on the floor. His hands returned to their original position.

“Come here,” he commanded, his lips brushing your ear. His knees which were hugging your hips removed themselves and his fingers pressed into your skin, urging you to move further onto the bed. You had no choice but to do as he said and soon found yourself laying on your back once more with your lover wasting no time peppering your collar bone with heavy kisses. The feel of his soft lips was intoxicating, to say the least. His hands sank into your hair, fingers curving around your head and caressing your scalp as he continued his barrage of kisses up your throat, along your jaw, and finally on your own lips.

Your own hands found their way up to his exposed stomach and rested on his chest, your fingers mingling with his chest hair.

“B-Bruno,” you panted when he finally pulled away, your eyes having a hard time focusing on anything.

“Just lay back, mí Vida. I’ve got some catching up to do…” he chortled softly, removing his hands from your hair and making quick work of your undergarments. The kissing continued, at your collarbone once more, then moving downward this time. His hands brushed over your breasts, cupping them while he kissed down the center of your chest, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples gently, causing your back to arch. Your head swam as you tried to process the soft caresses as they were amplified by the fact you hadn’t been touched like that in a good while. You couldn’t help but make noise with every small brush, every press and rub.

Satisfied with your reaction, he continued on, leaving kisses down your stomach while his hands kneaded your sides. The kisses only paused long enough for Bruno to change his position. He had started out straddling your hips when he first laid you down, which only slouched once he started his descent down your body to where he found himself laying flat against your legs. He maneuvered himself between your legs, lifting them to where the back of your thighs laid against his shoulders. His hands continued to explore your hips and thighs while the kisses picked up where they left off, trailing closer to a highly sensitive area. When his lips brushed against your clit, your body rocketed into sitting position with a loud cry which you tried to stifle with your hands. Bruno let out a surprised chuckle and when you made eye contact with him, he gave you a seductive smirk and stuck his tongue out before giving you a long, lingering lick. Your back went rigid, toes curling at the sensation of what felt like lightning shooting up your spine. His green eyes never left yours.

“F-Fuck… Bruno!” you choked out. You only received a throaty giggle and another long lick which put you right back where you were moments before with a moan. You clutched the pillow with one hand, your body twisting and bucking with every motion the man made while the other hand sank itself into Bruno’s hair. Bruno wasted no time burying his face against you, lapping and teasing your sensitive area with his mouth while one of his hands caressed your stomach in slow circles. The other was hooked around your thigh, holding your leg in place and brushing against your inner thigh as he worked. Your hand kneaded his head, your body jolting and arching before it happened again. Your entire being tensed up, clenching both his head where your fingers raked across his scalp and the pillow, threatening to rip the cloth. Bruno sat up, flustered and panting but grinning at the sight of you: your body collapsed on the bed, trembling with your eyes closed… your skin glistening in the dim gold light… your chest rising and falling hard from his treatment…

“Are you all right, Corazón?” he murmured, his hands returning to your skin to caress it. It didn’t matter where since they didn’t stay in one place for very long. With a heavy gulp, you nodded, coming down from the high. Bruno let out a small hum when he leaned forward and nuzzled your head. “Good…”

Opening your eyes, you glanced down when you heard his belt buckle come undone to see that he was fully hard but when you tried to reach for his erection to return the favor, Bruno grabbed your wrist, pulling it away and pinning it to the pillow beside your head. He followed suit with the other.

“Ah, ah,” he purred, watching you intently. “This isn’t about me… This is about you.”

“B-But-” you panted but was cut off by a tender kiss.

“No. I will get mine soon. I want to focus on you.”

You let out a whine in protest but were quieted by Bruno trailing kisses down to your chest, moving his hands from your wrists to meet your palms and entwine his fingers with yours. He pressed his slender hips against yours, slowly grinding his erection against you, causing you to groan.

“Bruno…”

Bruno responded by catching your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his soft hair brushing against either side of your face, swaying lightly with his movements. Bruno’s hand only left yours a moment, gliding down your arm, over your breast and stomach, and between your legs. His fingers caressed your clit for only a moment, earning him a small whimper, before guiding the tip of his erection to your opening and pressing firmly.

“Te Quiero tanto,” he breathed when he broke the kiss, setting his forehead against yours and maintaining eye contact as he bit his lip and allowed his weight to sink himself into you with a deep moan. Your body arched once more and you laid your head back against the pillow, reveling in the sensation. Once he was buried completely within you, Bruno leaned down, his hand returning to yours and taking advantage of your exposed neck. He kissed on it again, but this time opened his mouth just enough to run his teeth against your skin, nipping it here and there. The shiver you gave and your hips bucking against him signaled him to pull his hips away only to harshly thrust them back against you as he began a steady rhythm. Your breath hitched as it contrasted from the gentle display moments before. If anything, it felt amazing. You could feel the deep desire behind each thrust, as well as hear it in his voice.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and Bruno released your hands, only to take advantage of the arch in your back by wrapping his arms under it in a tight embrace. You were now able to hold him to you, digging your fingers into his back. He grunted in response to this and quickened his pace. The bed started to move with you, creaking and groaning as he went.

“Y-Yes! Bruno!” you mewled, holding on for what seemed like dear life. Your body was worn from previous releases where his was still going strong and working on his first since he had insisted on focusing on you.

One of your hands traveled up to the back of his head and sank your fingers into his hair to keep him close while the other trailed down to his lower back. He let out a gasp and began to kiss your skin anywhere he could get to. One of his own hands lashed out and placed itself on the headboard to keep his balance and pace. After a short time, your vision started to fade in and out, your mind dazed from the heat and friction.

“Y-Y/N-!” Bruno grunted loudly, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, his arm tightening around you. The arm that was propped up on the headboard dropped to the pillow beside your head. He began to lose his rhythm, telling you he was close which only made you hold onto him tighter as your own climax neared. Your toes curled hard as you were brought right up to the edge once more and your body tensed up again, digging your nails into his back. Bruno growled in your ear, his hips slowing down to several intense thrusts that caused you to see stars again before a loud cry was ripped from his throat. It felt as if fire pooled in your lower half and the warmth was spreading up your body from there. Your head began to swim again as Bruno carefully, shakenly removed himself from you, rolling over and collapsing to the bed beside you. His chest rose and fell violently, sweat pouring from his brow. For the moment, as you rode out the waves of ecstasy, time felt as if it had slowed down.

“Well,” Bruno’s voice brought you back to reality. “Definitely can’t add that into the next telenovela… Julieta and Pepa would kill me if I told the kids heard that-"

Once you processed what he said, you were reminded of why you were angry in the first place and lightly whacked the man in the chest with the back of your hand.

“Ow! I’m joking!”

“I’m still angry with you,” you panted, crossed your arms, and looked away. Bruno rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer.

“I know, I know. Listen, I swear, I’ll start being more attentive,” he nuzzled you heavily. “I’m sorry this got as far as it did. We’ll start making plans for more uninterrupted time together…”

You raised a brow at him.

“No running off to write telenovelas?”

“No. I’ll bring a pad and pen with me to write it down to work on later if we’re doing something,” he swore. “And, unless the children really need me, I’ll be firm with them that I have plans with you.”

You smiled softly and rolled yourself into him, returning the nuzzle. Bruno chuckled as he laid his head on top of yours.

“That’s all I wanted.”

“You are going to have to be a bit more direct in what you’re trying to tell me what’s bothering you though,” he furrowed his brow. “Remember, I’m an idiot. I literally thought this was about the telenovela plots. Just yell at me to touch you and we’ll skip straight to this.”

“Deal…” you snickered, closing your eyes and sighing. “Though I really wasn’t happy that you killed off Alejandro so quickly… And my point still stands, you severely shy away from any and all romantic plots.”

“Fine, I’ll workshop it in the morning,” he rolled his eyes playfully. “Should make Dolores happy.”

“She’ll be ecstatic.”

“Speaking of making someone happy, next round we should try something new…”

“... N-Next round?” you stuttered, your eyes popping open. You were still trying to recover from the first.

Alador and Darius have that abomination stuff.

Belos has those red-clawed hands.

God, they could rock some hardcore bondage with their partner.

No matter which one you go with, you'll have multiple hands holding you down/in place while they get to do whatever they wanted to you.