(CW// NSFW)
"AHHHNNNNGGGHH!!!"
Carlton's anguished cry echoed through the chamber as Alaric's substantial manhood penetrated him. The Duke's body contorted in a desperate arc, back bowing off the bed like a drawn bowstring. His fingers dug into the sheets with white-knuckled intensity, nails leaving crescent-shaped impressions in the fabric.
Tears streamed down Carlton's face as he struggled to process the overwhelming sensations assaulting his senses. It was as if he were being cleaved in two by Alaric's girthy intrusion - every ridge and vein of that throbbing shaft an exquisite brand searing into his most intimate depths.
"S-stop... please..."
Carlton begged, voice breaking on a sob even as his hips tilted up to meet each relentless thrust. The fruit's effect had stripped away all semblance of reason or restraint, leaving only primal need and desire in its wake.
