#stigr6

Noah was still smirking when Stigr said his name and the spell hit. He gasped even as the vampire pulled him closer, back arching as he came suddenly and hard in his jeans. No doubt he'd made a real mess of his underwear too. He let out a breath and leaned against his master, slipping his arms around him and smiling. "Startin' off strong so far." He shivered with aftershocks and nipped at Stigr's jaw. "Bet it's gonna be real fun. You're gonna make a mess of me, aren't you?" The idea was appealing and his cock was already hardening again, feeling like this would probably create a feedback loop with his incubus powers, the likely many orgasms would make him feel strong and maybe worn out at the same time. He could hardly wait.

In all honesty, Soren hadn't quite computed who he now found himself bound to until the other spoke and those lofty tones and the cadence of the woman's voice immediately pinged recognition in the human's mind. If it was at all possible, his face went even hotter. He'd come up to the castle to begin with to try and bargain his way out of the spell that had him dressed in leather far tighter than any trousers he'd ever willingly put on himself and the harness he was trying to cover with his jacket. "I - um, I hoped the consultants here might be able to help me out. Do you think they can..." Soren gestured at the chain between them with a feeble flicker of hope.

"Ha, you know you make me cum without that but you really gonna torment me with it? Not that I can say I'll hate that. Wear me out all you want..."