You decide fuck it, it wasn't like you hadn't enjoyed it all so far; and although you were getting a little uncomfortable with all the strange magic; you did have to admit you were curious how many more of these magic tricks the green haired boy had left in him. You weren't necessarily able to keep track; but you had a feeling you had gone through a good number of them already. As the boy finished up whatever it was he was doing you suddenly found yourself lifted up and right there in your room was an ornate cross; and you found yourself bound to it.
"This is my fault; this one should have actually happened sooner; this is a bit out of order." The boy mutters as he approaches your nude monstrous form now bound to this cross. You struggle against the silver chains now holding your wrists. Although you figure you wouldn't be able to free yourself from your binding. You still are curious enough to try, snarling down at the boy; but more because you like the delighted spark in his eyes when you do so then actually wanting to threaten him.
"What do you mean?" You growl out in your gruff voice; smirking as your still erect dick dribbles on the floor; throbbing still before you. The young boy getting the clue that you're being more playful then aggressive; approaches your swollen meat. Kissing your cock head deeply; shoving his tongue into your gaping piss slit; making you moan deeply with pleasure.
"This magical bondage art is the Magus Cross; it's supposed to be number 16 should've used it on you before the configuration of lamentation."
"Configuration of Lamentation?" you ask, he nods as he massages your swollen throbbing head; making you swoon. Suddenly you feel something penetrating you from behind; a cock warm and made of flesh has somehow grown out of the metal of the cross; and is now proceeding to fuck you forcibly from behind; working your prostate wonderfully; and as it does so you begin to thrust against the boy's mouth. Moaning like an animal as you begin to once more spew your spunk. The boy pulls off your member and appears to now be holding some great bowl and he lays it down below your swollen massive head; and the cum you are spewing is caught easily within. You are drowning in your orgasm; so you don't notice of course the glowing quality of your own fluids.
The orgasm dies the moment the bowl is full and you pant; your cock still throbs and is fully erect and is dribbling thick white creamy pre-cum. The young man takes the bowl full of glowing white cream and puts it up on the dresser by the crystal. Turning back to you and making more gestures; you feel yourself loosened from the cross as it fades from view. You look up grinning at the boy; your hunger and need for him revitalized; you already have in mind to lunge at him and hold him down and empty your seed into his hole once more. You want too so badly; but you can see his gestures; and you know there will be more magic in a moment.