lets up. there are already tears welling up in j1mmy's eyes, and sc0tt /laughs/ at him, mutters something- more to himself than j1mmy- about how great of a show he's going to put on. j1mmy gets the sinking feeling he's going to be staying in sc0tts chambers for the night

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against his slit. j1mmy squeals, tries to kick- his tail slaps sc0tts leg, but sc0tt pays it no mind, just laughs and calls him cute. he takes one of j1mmy's nipples into his mouth, and it's somehow even *colder,* almost painful. j1mmy shakes and pulls at his binds, to no avail, until sc0tt finally

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and he was full-mast before he knew it, thoughts about the frigidity melting away. he whines a bit too loud, and there's a whisper from the crowd that immediately sends shame burning through j1mmy's gut. but he gets no chance to linger on it, as sc0tt conjures a small piece of ice to press right

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so his eyes shoot back open. j1mmy gasps, tries to writhe away, half-hard dick shrinking in sc0tts grasp. but sc0tt works him back up with gentle strokes, teasing presses to his slit, encouraging- and condescending- whispers in his ear. sc0tt knew how to play him like an instrument, unsurprisingly,

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save for- and j1mmy feels his stomach drop- a flash of red hair, familiar horns, a dark outfit. fwh1p. and along with him, s4usage, because of /course/ he wouldn't want to miss something like /this./ j1mmy squeezes his eyes shut, but sc0tt tuts at him, and wraps a cold hand around his dick

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