The men slowly approached Adrien, their hands caressing him, touching him, their fingers leaving Adrien’s skin tingling.
A man’s hand closed around the base of his tail, and Adrien couldn’t help but give a long, drawn out mewl. All at once, the men started pulling, the beads slowly popping out one by one.
Adrien struggled, his hips twitching forward involuntarily, humping the air, desperately trying to make the beads pop out faster, desperately trying to cum.
The men, draped in their long dark robes, held him down. One man held Adrien’s cock and started pumping up and down roughly, as it pulsed.
Each time he arrived near the edge they’d pause, and slow down. It was driving Adrien insane.
Already the men had pulled enough beads to cover the length of a football field, but each time they pulled, even more managed came out of Adrien’s ass. He bucked, moaning, as more beads came out of him.
‘Please!’
Adrien tried speaking, but all that came out were wanton cries of sex, his voice hoarse from all the pleasure. Eventually, one of the men stepped in front of him and stuck his cock into Adrien’s gaping mouth, thrusting into his throat.
His knees trembling, the man came inside him, simultaneously lodging the last bead out.
All around the room mountains of beads surrounded Adrien, each thrumming with magic, vibrating with excitement, eager for what was next.
Who were these men? Why would they do this?
These were the questions Adrien asked himself before he blacked out.