"More," comes the command after a few moments of enjoying a hot, wet mouth, submissive in nature and the gift he is going to make the most of in every way that he pleases. Gortash represents the very spoils of a war that hasn't been fought, the very apex of his Father's own scheming to keep Bane's reach contained and hampered.
Cut the god of tyranny's following off at the knees. Or perhaps carved out the heart. The idea is quickly swept aside and replaced by another: Baneites are hardly known for their passion, or their heart. It's their iron fist instead that the Dark Urge considers as he looks down at the human and finds that idea laughable.
The humour is the scratchy, itchy kind that exists to live under his skin in a way that feels briefly maddening. At least his new pet is keeping his teeth to himself. It's hardly like he needs to lay down any threats at all for it to be so obviously a terrible idea.
He waits, relishing the sensation of his cock being serviced quite so obediently, but if the human doesn't comply with his wishes - 'take more of it' - he'll soon find it no longer remains an option.
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Cut the god of tyranny's following off at the knees. Or perhaps carved out the heart. The idea is quickly swept aside and replaced by another: Baneites are hardly known for their passion, or their heart. It's their iron fist instead that the Dark Urge considers as he looks down at the human and finds that idea laughable.
The humour is the scratchy, itchy kind that exists to live under his skin in a way that feels briefly maddening. At least his new pet is keeping his teeth to himself. It's hardly like he needs to lay down any threats at all for it to be so obviously a terrible idea.
He waits, relishing the sensation of his cock being serviced quite so obediently, but if the human doesn't comply with his wishes - 'take more of it' - he'll soon find it no longer remains an option.
"I want to see you choke on it."