(the crest on IV's hand flares and warps under Black Mist's fingers, changing shape)
(it locks him up and frees him at once)
And the moment the light has died, the moment the number 96 fades, the first pulse of oil swells the tendril in IV's ass, and Black Mist croons in IV's ear, voice layered and lilting:]
Ｇｏｏｄ． Ｗｈａｔ ａ ｇｏｏｄ ｐｅｔ．
[The oil gushes from the tendril in spurts, not constant like it used to be but there's so much more of it than there was before. And that's especially clear when the tendril starts to twist and writhe, letting just a little oil escape, enough that everything it gives him will be even more welcome.
And the one in his mouth...that one starts to pulse whenever the one in his ass doesn't, fills his mouth up with liquid so he'll always have something to push him further.]
Ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｌｉｋｅ ｉｔ， ｐｅｔ？ Ｉｓ ｉｔ ｇｏｏｄ？
[Its oiled fingertip swirls lazily over the head of IV's cock.]
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(the crest on IV's hand flares and warps under Black Mist's fingers, changing shape)
(it locks him up and frees him at once)
And the moment the light has died, the moment the number 96 fades, the first pulse of oil swells the tendril in IV's ass, and Black Mist croons in IV's ear, voice layered and lilting:]
Ｇｏｏｄ． Ｗｈａｔ ａ ｇｏｏｄ ｐｅｔ．
[The oil gushes from the tendril in spurts, not constant like it used to be but there's so much more of it than there was before. And that's especially clear when the tendril starts to twist and writhe, letting just a little oil escape, enough that everything it gives him will be even more welcome.
And the one in his mouth...that one starts to pulse whenever the one in his ass doesn't, fills his mouth up with liquid so he'll always have something to push him further.]
Ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｌｉｋｅ ｉｔ， ｐｅｔ？ Ｉｓ ｉｔ ｇｏｏｄ？
[Its oiled fingertip swirls lazily over the head of IV's cock.]