[He whines at the sheer sensitivity of his cock in her hands, but that feeling multiplies tenfold when he, with a slight air of alarm, sees her bend over and swallows it. Oh god. She's actually--

Whatever cursory protest was in his mind disappears, replaced by the pitched gasp as he melts into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth - so tactile, her breath, her tongue, all playing against him. And the fact that she'd debase herself to do it... that's the catholic guilt!

His voice is all at once stunned, quivering with pleasure and appreciation, and hesitant, and he reaches down to stroke her hair with love and wonder.]

O-oh god... Shrike...