Story begin to do another series of hand signs and whispering another incantation. He's clapping his hands before you and you can soon see yourself doing much more than just rutting his hole. You can see him in rubber, you can see yourself peeling the rubber off his body and assaulting it with your tongue. You can see that silky pale smooth skin and you can feel it against your tongue. You can taste it on your tongue even, you can see yourself collaring him and yanking him down on a chain leash. You can see yourself dominating him in more and more lewd and brutal ways. You can see yourself biting down into his flesh, piercing the skin. All the dark fantasies, all the depraved lusts. You had already given into your demons and you weren't having an issue with them now. You can feel your claws digging into his skin as you rut him even harder than before. The feeling of driving yourself over the edge, forcing your dick to react and stay stiff and hard. You were finding it harder and harder to think, the images playing out in your mind. You can smell his ass on your nose, you can almost taste it on your tongue. You moan deeply as you were having another orgasm into him, spouting more and more cream into that boy's belly. Panting as you snarl down at him and grip his throat now really pounding into him. You could sense how it was effecting you this new bondage art. You could feel how you are becoming addicted to the sensation of having him wrapped around your prick. You can feel the warmth of his inner walls wrapped around your main prick so snug. Then there were your other dicks, rubbing against him. Slapping him each time you thrust into that tight little fuck tunnel. That huge ball sack of yours slapping against the boys lower ass and lower back. Grunting as you grind into him and begin to finish the load of yours. It had been a few minutes of bliss, but now you were coming down from.
"If you were trying to get me addicted to your hole Boy it's a little late for that." You state with a smirk as you just pump and throb into him. Not moving now, just letting a slow steady dribble of constant cream leak into that hole; sludging down into the young man's guts.