Olivier Bohringer

The pale demon chuckles, his silver eyes watching the panicked mage get all flustered outside the summoning circle. “What was you trying to summon? A unicorn?” Boris chuckles louder and finally stands. His long, nude body almost glowing in the candlelight as he happily stretches, not caring one bit if his nakedness bothers the other. Been so long since he last came to this realm. He hopes he can have some fun again before being banished back home.

Olivier’s small body jerked forward with each powerful thrust. His eyes focused on the fading sunlight while he felt his orgasm build. Boris smashes on his sweet spot, causing him to cry out with each hit. His insides were clenching so tightly. “M-master… I-i’m so close…!” He sputtered out between moans. He couldn’t last with all this abuse against his sweet spot. Thrust after thrust Olivier cried until he threw his head back and let out a final cry as he hit his peak. He once again made a mess of himself. He was left seeing stars from how good he felt. His insides clenched and milked Boris’s cock. Begging for his seed and the power he would gain from being used.

Garland pants softly, his voice barely picked up by the microphone as his body rocks on the dildo suction cupped to the floor. His eyes stay on the screen, reading what people type, moaning ever so slightly to put on a good show. After all, they can’t see his face. Can’t watch it twist with discomfort as the dildo slips too deep. But Garland knows this brings in better tips, more patrons. He needs to money for his rent this week because again his parents have refused to allow him back. Not until he marries that fucking girl. Like that’ll happen. “Oh god~” He groans happily, hand around his cock and stroking it. He angles his body better, slowing the way he moves his hips. Show how far the fake cock sinks inside him. He’d prefer to be doing this to someone else, so he lets his mind wander to that. A pretty man riding his dick instead. Begging for more. “Fu-ck~” But being submissive brings in the money so Garland bites down his pride and brings out the toys each time he gets ready to stream. “C-can I cum?” He asks the chatroom, making sure his voice is light and airy. Unlike his normal one. Though at times it slips. A moan is a little too low. A curse in his native tongue. He doubts any of them notice. Anonymous horny men who throw money at him then click away the moment he’s done.

He looked so eager to be with Garland. To be touched by the man. Even just slightly, “You’re the professional here… But, I want our first time to be off camera. After that, I’ll get all prettied up for the camera and let you have your way with me on there too.” He playfully poked the tip of Garland’s nose, “I bet you’ll get so many donations using me on there. I know how to put on a good show.” And with a little bit of makeup and the wig, no one will have any idea who he is. Just some pretty boy bending over for Garland. “I’m so nervous and excited, I’ve never done something so risky… But I can’t say it doesn’t turn me on. An audience of people watching us and never knowing who we are. My parents would kill me! Not only that, I’m with a man!” He wiggled a bit, “But I don’t care, I’ve wanted to be with you for so long, I’m not letting my dream man pass me up!” He grinned.

The pale demon chuckles, his silver eyes watching the panicked mage get all flustered outside the summoning circle. “What was you trying to summon? A unicorn?” Boris chuckles louder and finally stands. His long, nude body almost glowing in the candlelight as he happily stretches, not caring one bit if his nakedness bothers the other. Been so long since he last came to this realm. He hopes he can have some fun again before being banished back home.

Olivier was in complete bliss. Boris was showing him no mercy. His insides squeezed around the demon’s massive size. The small demon let out cries. He could feel another orgasm building. His legs felt so weak, “Y-yes! A-anything for you, Master! I’ll bathe in their blood!” Olivier moaned out, promising the death of his family. He couldn’t reject an order from the demon. Not after giving his body and soul to him, “Please give me more of you power! P-please give me more seed!” Olivier begged, craving the wonderful wave of power that went through him when Boris came inside him. He really was completely Boris’s now.

Garland pants softly, his voice barely picked up by the microphone as his body rocks on the dildo suction cupped to the floor. His eyes stay on the screen, reading what people type, moaning ever so slightly to put on a good show. After all, they can’t see his face. Can’t watch it twist with discomfort as the dildo slips too deep. But Garland knows this brings in better tips, more patrons. He needs to money for his rent this week because again his parents have refused to allow him back. Not until he marries that fucking girl. Like that’ll happen. “Oh god~” He groans happily, hand around his cock and stroking it. He angles his body better, slowing the way he moves his hips. Show how far the fake cock sinks inside him. He’d prefer to be doing this to someone else, so he lets his mind wander to that. A pretty man riding his dick instead. Begging for more. “Fu-ck~” But being submissive brings in the money so Garland bites down his pride and brings out the toys each time he gets ready to stream. “C-can I cum?” He asks the chatroom, making sure his voice is light and airy. Unlike his normal one. Though at times it slips. A moan is a little too low. A curse in his native tongue. He doubts any of them notice. Anonymous horny men who throw money at him then click away the moment he’s done.

Olivier plucked the rose from his hair and tucked it behind Garland’s ear. Olivier took a moment to rid himself of the pink wig, and fake glasses for now. Shaking her pretty green hair free. He placed them on top of his bags. He brought all of the supplies to style up the wig to be used later. “Oh please, like I care about any of that.” Olivier shushed Garland’s worries. Letting the man take his hand and pull him towards the bed. Olivier’s heart beat with excitement finally being with the man he’s been dreaming about. He hopes they have lots of fun together. “I always wondered what your setup looked like. Everything you do is of such high quality. Olivier grinned, “It would be of even high quality with me under you.~” He teased. The idea of so many people watching as Garland fucks him filled him with an odd level of excitement. It was so naughty. Definitely not something a nobel should be doing. But thats why he was so drawn to the idea. “I’m here to spoil you. Let you use me for as long as you want.”

The pale demon chuckles, his silver eyes watching the panicked mage get all flustered outside the summoning circle. “What was you trying to summon? A unicorn?” Boris chuckles louder and finally stands. His long, nude body almost glowing in the candlelight as he happily stretches, not caring one bit if his nakedness bothers the other. Been so long since he last came to this realm. He hopes he can have some fun again before being banished back home.

Olivier seemed to very much be a lust demon. He ate up every thrust. Her looked more demon like as they fucked. His teeth becoming sharper. If Boris been a human, Olivier would have torn the life right out of him. He felt so light headed as Boris fucked him right through his orgasm. His insides were squeezing Boris so tightly, milking the man of his seed. Olivier didn’t even have time to grow soft. Boris showed him no mercy, thrusting into his small body over and over. The ex mage was so addicted to Boris as this point. So willing to do anything for the other demon. Give his body to him. Kill for him. Anything his master wanted. Boris had stolen his soul and claimed him completely. Olivier’s family didn’t matter anymore. His family could never bring him back from this. He so foolishly pledged himself to the demon and now he was nothing but a monster himself now too. One that fed on lust and the act of sex. He felt so alive when Boris filled him with seed. 

The pale demon chuckles, his silver eyes watching the panicked mage get all flustered outside the summoning circle. “What was you trying to summon? A unicorn?” Boris chuckles louder and finally stands. His long, nude body almost glowing in the candlelight as he happily stretches, not caring one bit if his nakedness bothers the other. Been so long since he last came to this realm. He hopes he can have some fun again before being banished back home.

Boris snarls with delight as Olivier begs for more. Such a happy little slut craving it all. Boris simply can’t deny him. “Fuck right you are. All mine.” Boris picks the pace up, his hips snapping harshly now as he gives his little toy exactly what he’s begging for. The shadows twist up his body, continuing to tease and explore. They tug at tender nipples and twist around Olivier’s pretty little neck. One shadow even grows thick and wraps around Olivier’s cock, pumping up and down the length perfectly in time with Boris’ hips. The sensory overload of all this pleasure will no doubt get Olivier off. Something Boris desperately aims for since nothing feels better than fucking into the mage as he cums.

Garland pants softly, his voice barely picked up by the microphone as his body rocks on the dildo suction cupped to the floor. His eyes stay on the screen, reading what people type, moaning ever so slightly to put on a good show. After all, they can’t see his face. Can’t watch it twist with discomfort as the dildo slips too deep. But Garland knows this brings in better tips, more patrons. He needs to money for his rent this week because again his parents have refused to allow him back. Not until he marries that fucking girl. Like that’ll happen. “Oh god~” He groans happily, hand around his cock and stroking it. He angles his body better, slowing the way he moves his hips. Show how far the fake cock sinks inside him. He’d prefer to be doing this to someone else, so he lets his mind wander to that. A pretty man riding his dick instead. Begging for more. “Fu-ck~” But being submissive brings in the money so Garland bites down his pride and brings out the toys each time he gets ready to stream. “C-can I cum?” He asks the chatroom, making sure his voice is light and airy. Unlike his normal one. Though at times it slips. A moan is a little too low. A curse in his native tongue. He doubts any of them notice. Anonymous horny men who throw money at him then click away the moment he’s done.

Olivier couldn’t deny that he fantasized it many times over but he didn’t want it to be their first time. He wanted Garland all to himself the first time and it seemed Garland had the same want. Olivier let out such a happy sound as their lips connected. This was a dream come true. All of his wild fantasies were right here in his arms. “I do… And I did. For so many nights I thought about you inside me.” He breathed out. There was no point in being ashamed. Garland watched him fuck himself on command the night before. He leaned into the second kiss eagerly, and then tilted his head as Garland’s kisses continued down. Olivier’s heart was just hammering in his chest. Garland was just barely touching him and he felt so worked up. “I did, I thought of you cumming deep inside me. Looking at only me. Wanting only me.” A selfish thought, but he was being honest, “I’ve never came so hard listening to you order me with that toy.” Olivier blushed, “All I wanted was you on me and not the toy. I hope you use me so much. I want to stay for a couple of days.”

Garland pants softly, his voice barely picked up by the microphone as his body rocks on the dildo suction cupped to the floor. His eyes stay on the screen, reading what people type, moaning ever so slightly to put on a good show. After all, they can’t see his face. Can’t watch it twist with discomfort as the dildo slips too deep. But Garland knows this brings in better tips, more patrons. He needs to money for his rent this week because again his parents have refused to allow him back. Not until he marries that fucking girl. Like that’ll happen. “Oh god~” He groans happily, hand around his cock and stroking it. He angles his body better, slowing the way he moves his hips. Show how far the fake cock sinks inside him. He’d prefer to be doing this to someone else, so he lets his mind wander to that. A pretty man riding his dick instead. Begging for more. “Fu-ck~” But being submissive brings in the money so Garland bites down his pride and brings out the toys each time he gets ready to stream. “C-can I cum?” He asks the chatroom, making sure his voice is light and airy. Unlike his normal one. Though at times it slips. A moan is a little too low. A curse in his native tongue. He doubts any of them notice. Anonymous horny men who throw money at him then click away the moment he’s done.

Olivier had to calm down his nerves waiting for Garland to answer the door. He was far too excited. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so smitten with a man. He made sure he wore a rose so Garland would at least know who he was under his disguise. Olivier perked up when the door opened revealing a freshly showered Garland, “Told you, no one would know. I’m an expert at hiding.” He bragged. Once he was inside, he placed his bag down and all but tackled Garland in a hug. Looking up at the man through his big glasses. He clearly has been as eager as Garland was for the meet up, “Plus… If you happen to want to record, I figured a nice disguise would work great.” Olivier blushed, admitting a bit he had thought about it. “Aaa, I can’t believe I’m here! You’re real! You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be with you.” Well… Maybe he did considering all of Olivier’s donations. “Can I ask for a kiss?” Olivier puffed out his glossed up bottom lip in a small pout. He wasn’t shy at all with the physical contact.