[Oh, the feeling of Alan's teeth on his dick, that's uh...
Well how he's feeling about that'll become clear in a moment. First there's a wince, a long exhale, but he doesn't pull back. More the reaction to stubbing his toe or bumping his shin into something rather than having Alan bite down like that. No blood drawn though, so Alan doesn't have that taste added to his mouth.]
Wow, that smarts. Didn't realize you were ready for things to get a little rougher...but hey, I like the enthusiasm.
[The darkness around Alan billows and roils once more, almost as if laughing with Scratch, or at Alan's plight. Or por que no los dos.
And then darkness starts to ooze from Scratch's cock into Alan's mouth, it was bound to happen at some point, but like Scratch said, Alan's hastened things along a little.]
[He can tell the second his teeth meet surprisingly little resistance biting down that this was a mistake. Perhaps one of the worst mistakes he's ever made. The writer only has his instincts to blame; lashing out when fighting for air. If he'd been able to think, he would've known Scratch would take it as encouragement.
Alan's struggle is renewed as the darkness surges around him; the new bitter taste in his mouth making him fight harder as he tries not to swallow. His throat convulses and constricts around Scratch's cock, Alan's eyes starting to roll back as he fails to make any headway.]
[Scratch's comments go almost entirely unheard, Alan's consciousness fading in and out until finally, his throat gives in and lets the bitter mixture of darkness and cum be swallowed.
It's an odd sensation.
The darkness feels like tar as it settles in his stomach, yet it flows down his throat like water. Already he can feel it whispering to him, trying to override his thoughts. Alan's eyelids flutter one last time as he passes out, sinking into the darkness surrounding him.]
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Well how he's feeling about that'll become clear in a moment. First there's a wince, a long exhale, but he doesn't pull back. More the reaction to stubbing his toe or bumping his shin into something rather than having Alan bite down like that. No blood drawn though, so Alan doesn't have that taste added to his mouth.]
Wow, that smarts. Didn't realize you were ready for things to get a little rougher...but hey, I like the enthusiasm.
[The darkness around Alan billows and roils once more, almost as if laughing with Scratch, or at Alan's plight. Or por que no los dos.
And then darkness starts to ooze from Scratch's cock into Alan's mouth, it was bound to happen at some point, but like Scratch said, Alan's hastened things along a little.]
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Alan's struggle is renewed as the darkness surges around him; the new bitter taste in his mouth making him fight harder as he tries not to swallow. His throat convulses and constricts around Scratch's cock, Alan's eyes starting to roll back as he fails to make any headway.]
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[Of course he's clearly enjoying Alan's futile struggling here, that's his favorite kind.]
That's it, keep trying...
[He says it like he feel the struggle against the darkness, in addition to the sensation of his dick in Alan's mouth. And who knows, maybe he can.]
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It's an odd sensation.
The darkness feels like tar as it settles in his stomach, yet it flows down his throat like water. Already he can feel it whispering to him, trying to override his thoughts. Alan's eyelids flutter one last time as he passes out, sinking into the darkness surrounding him.]