Creed caught every cue Kurt’s body made: his emboldened eagerness to slobber his tongue over his hole, coupled with his concentrated efforts to massage his excessive, erect manhood. The feral looked between his legs again, and his chest puffed with pride when he saw two hands and a coiled tail to cover all of his dangling inches.
He bit his lower lip when he felt Kurt buck his hips forward into his hand, and his breath mist over his skin. So naturally, he grabbed it harder and stroked Kurt faster.
“Love how eager yer’ gettin’, kid…” Creed murmured. “Gettin’ all jittery when I touch ya’…like yer’ scared I’m gonna cut it off….”
In that moment, Creed pulled his hand away. Where there was once the warm, firm pressure of his palm, now there were five deadly points poking Kurt at the base of his cock. Demonstrating his amazing ability of control, Creed let the smooth tops of his metal coated talons slide over Kurt’s sensitive shaft. Up, and down; thumb running circles around his crown. An intentional prick of a deadly point here and there, and never drawing blood…
“What’s runnin’ through my Bible-Boy’s dirty little mind? Hmm….? Gonna tell me, or am I gonna have ta’ figure ya’ out?” The talons went away, one by one, and the fingers that gave Kurt shivering pleasure coiled back around his cock. “Think you got th’ stones ta’ slip me this cock? Ja? Ist es das, was du willst?”
Creed returned to his mother tongue, and the pleasurably painful grip came with it.
“Cause I’m thinkin’ I wanna hear ya’ scream. Tell me how much ya’ want yer’ hole wrecked! I’ll make good on all those promises I said when we first met, an’ treat that bubble blue butt of yer’s real nice. Mmmnnn… Pin yer’ body against that back wall over there – with th’ crucifixes on it – an’ make ya’ holler at God till th’ mornin’ comes! Wanna handle this big cock like that, Elf? Bist du sicher?"