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Such Wanton Writhings

Humiliated yet further by the demon’s dalliance with the most intimate parts of his body, He-Man can only endure the subtle torments as best he may. His skin, brought to hugely-heightened levels of sensitivity by an eldritch oil massaged into it, shivers involuntarily in anticipation as Azziel brings forth the feather and waves it before the hero’s worried gaze. Sweat runs slick down his sides as he seeks to steady himself for the forthcoming assault on his senses. All the same he shudders wildly as the silken edge is drawn with slow deliberation across the swollen nub of a hard nipple – and soon, for all his strength of will, he is writhing helplessly in his bonds as the demon’s fiendish skill takes its teasing toll……


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