"So what's your name?" You snarl; you couldn't not snarl at this point even if you wanted too; you always had that natural growl; but now it was very obvious; the growl was wrapped around every sound you made. The young man crawls up to sit with his legs wrapped in your many cocks; and laying over your massive body; he really only covered your stomach; but you curl around him so that he can easily reach your nipple; you pet his head and as you expected he begins to suckle on your nipple. You find this arousing and your cocks began to swell beneath him; you still want to talk though; you don't mind if he suckles on you at the same time though; something about doing this with him was soothing and kind of sweet actually.
He does only that for a moment before pulling away and purring he nuzzles your pectoral. "I'm the Storyteller."
"The Storyteller.... that's your name?"
He looks up at you; blinking and then turning to your nipple; although more so he could look at something that wasn't your eyes. "Well... no ... I don't really ... have a name... per-say."
"No name?"
"Just the Storyteller... or Story for short."
You muse, scratching your chin. You had been considering how you could turn the tables in a sense; and claim him for your own. Now you had an idea of how to do it. You got a sense strangely that he desired it too; there was something about him... and it was responding to you. You could feel it; he wanted someone who would take that dominate role with him; it just wasn't something anyone managed. You suspected this had a lot to do with the sort of guys that came along; no one managed to resist these enchantments of his... and you felt that even though you hadn't resisted them. You perhaps had taken a bit of go with the current approach that had allowed you to somehow maintain your personality behind and with it all. You were more corrupt and perverse then even before; but then you had been pretty corrupt and perverse before. You had a thing for enjoying the dark; and that had sort of allowed you to go with the flow; and perhaps absorbing your old self had allowed you to regain a little bit more of your 'calm'.
Through it all your heart hadn't dulled though; and the unique way the boy kept going through these enchantments; taking it all at the same time... how he claimed you with his hole just as you claimed him with your cock; it had ignited something in you ... and there was something else too; through it all you had observed the way the young man had moved; and those movements had a certain grace to them. Even the way the young man's face was shaped; he had this jawline and nose... and all these other things that just made him incredibly alluring to you. You loved the green hair; and the mismatched eyes; and the elfish look of his ears. "I could give you a name... if you liked?" You suggest; looking hopefully down at him. Giving a name was a form of claim; a deep form of claim.
The young man thinks about it, "that's a big deal... a really big deal." Looking up at you; his mismatched eyes you notice for the first time seem to be speckled with lights. Like stars in a clear night sky; you lean down; stretching out your neck your lips practically cover his face and you find a little unfortunate. You actually wish to kiss him deeply; but your great size actually makes that quite difficult; you smirk as you decide to give his face a long wet lick instead. There is something about it that makes you chuckle which comes out deep and guttural and growling.
The young man pulls away and begins to do a little belly dance; you grin as you begin to watch him move.