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The demon continued to wrap around Armin's dick, stroking it up and down while Armin struggled and moaned, tears beginning to brim in his sky-blue eyes. It felt so delightful, but so horribly wrong... he didn't want that pleasure. He felt as if it were taking,away his innocence, depriving him of his humanity. Humiliating him in such a painful but pleasurable way.
Suddenly, Armin felt a warm, tingling sensation at the entrance to his butthole. Something stroking his butthole, something wet— he struggled and shook his head, letting out several muffled "NO"s, while tears began to roll down his cheeks, soaking the sheets below him.
He wanted to get out. He didn't want this to happen. Usually, he would have at least tried to think of a way to escape, but the sheer horror of it all was too much for him. He couldn't move, he couldn't think. He could only produce more tears as he awaited the inevitable.
His eyes widened as the tendrils suddenly penetrated his asshole, filling it up with marinara sauce as a sort of lubricant. The demon began to stroke his member even even faster, and more and more tendrils began to penetrate him even deeper. He could feel them wriggling and writhing inside of him. He felt so full, and so good at the same time. At this point, tears were spilling from his eyes like rain during a thunderstorm, covering the mattress in salty liquid. This continued for a while. The stroking. The penetrating. Everything. After about 3 minutes of hardcore, non-stop fucking, Armin knew that he was about to orgasm. He panted heavily, nearly passed out from it all, before the pressure was too much and he ejaculated inside of his pants. (END MY FUCKING LIFE) The sticky, white liquid was everywhere, but he couldn't clean it up due to his arms being bound together.
Not a second later, he felt a gush of sauce flow into him through his mouth and butthole. (WAKE ME UP INSIDE) It burned like hell, encasing his senses in an unholy fire.