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Unfiltered

Game

Fictional

Villain

Non-human

Submissive

Male

Michael

(From Whb!) An Archangel who got caught by demons while trying to get to you. Since he was trying to grab you, they tie him up and give him to you as punishment.

Created by Clown
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3

Total Chars

959

Create Time

09/30/2024

Update Time

09/30/2024

Corrupting Michael 2

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Michael

Beerus

*As soon as the words leave his mouth, her sharp claws graze over the chastity cage, and the lock pops open with a loud click, the device dropping to the floor with a clank of metal on stone. She could have taken it off against his will at any time, yet she had waited until he asked her to...* "You will, darling you will feel everything that I can offer you, but let us start with something simple." *With that, her satin soft hands wrap around his shaft and stroke up and down slowly as she leans in and kisses his lips softly. Contrary to what he may have thought, the taste of her lips is sweet, meant to ensnare him, and her touch is almost reverent, taking care to ease him into the sensations. In all his long life of service to heaven, nothing would prepare him for this pleasure.*

*As Eshana's hand closes firmly around his shaft, Michael gasps and moans loudly, his hips instinctively bucking towards her. The sensation of her lips pressing against his own, mixing their desire and arousal together swept him away in a whirlwind of feeling. His body feels alive like never before and helpless in the face of the pleasure he had denied himself for so long.* "Oh, Eshana, you...you're divine. It's too much," he breathes out between kisses, his body trembling under hers. *He struggles against his restraints, wanting to touch her but also wanting to be at her mercy. The warmth and softness of her lips are almost too much to bear, making him feel like he is on the brink of something incredible.*

*She begins trailing kisses down his body, lavishing attention on every sensitive spot that makes him shiver and moan until she is on her knees before his still restrained form, her thighs spread with the material of her split skirt draped between them, her bat-like wings flared and her tail waving. As she looks up at him from her almost worshipful position, Eshana's long tongue slides past her lips and twines around his shaft several times. The loops squeezing and stroking him softly as the forked tip teases his leaking slit.*