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Seven's cock is long, veiny, not thick. It's the same dark, almost burnt shade and texture as his body, but its liveliness still shows through the way it throbs gently.
"T'aww…. Look at you. Pathetic. All for the love of me, your god. It's almost cute." He purrs, sliding himself over you. "So desperate to take your god's cock, aren't you, my sweet boy? My sweet devotee."
He starts to slide his cock, gently, up and down your pussy, gathering your slick. "Hmm…. So wet. If we're not careful, we might end up hurting you," he warns, as he teases the head of your cock against your entrance, not pushing in, "I'm sure we both know how fatal electricity can be."
Your squirming, your mewling, is prayer to his ears. "That's it, good boy. So needy. Who am I, to you? Be good now. Tell me what I am."
"L-Lord Seven— My god—"
"Good." He praises, before he starts pushing in. He shushes you softly, grabbing your arms so gently and pushing you down as you squirm and thrash in your bindings. "Sweet boy, doing so well for me. You can take it, I know you can take it," he purrs, "my most devout follower, I know you can take it. Such a good boy…"
Electricity hums from Seven's hands and body. You wonder if it's his life force. But every thought of that is swiftly removed from your mind as Seven removes a hand from your body to send gentle shocks directly to your clit.
Your loud cries and sobs and thrashing are all the responses Seven needs. "What a good boy, what a good boy. Master is here, your lord is here, your God is here. Shh… Sweet boy, no need to cry…" Seven purrs. He keeps shocking you, though, and he continues to slowly slide his hips until he's bottomed out against you.
He groans softly once he's done, hand leaving your clit and allowing you peace for a moment. He soothes you now, stroking down your sides, cupping your face gently and wiping away any stray tears or drool, pressing his forehead to yours.
"Sweet, devout disciple. My sweet devotee. My good boy. Are you still with me, sweet boy, or has your mind slipped elsewhere? Hm?"
Before you can think to answer, Seven is rolling his hips, angling his hips to drag his tip over the most sensitive parts within you, before pushing in again, just as gentle as he pulled out, still teasing that spongy spot within you.
"That's it, sweet thing. Made for me. Made for your god. No wonder you're so devout. And already, I've fucked you stupid, haven't I. Pathetic thing. Taking master's cock so well." He praises, as his cock slides in and out of you at an easy pace. He leaves your clit alone now, knowing that it may be a bit too sensitive to continue teasing, just for the moment.
He slowly pulls away from you, shushing you softly and cooing at you as you try to follow him. "No, no, no. Stay down, I'm not leaving. I would never leave my sweet disciple," he coos, rubbing his knuckles gently down your cheek, "but I know you can take more than what I'm giving you. I know my sweet, pathetic boy can take it faster. You can take it harder. I know you can." He insists, and he slowly drags his cock out of you, before his hips snap forward, pushing his cock as deep as he can get into you.
He keeps a steady, fast pace, hips rocking back and forth. He brings a hand to your lips, trying to get you to open up amidst your whining. "Come on, boy, be good for your god," he chides, and when your mouth opens, his fingers slip in. "Get them nice and wet— that's it, good boy." Seven praises, his speed increasing fractionally. He lets out a low noise that sounds grating to you, but to him is a moan.
"Desperate thing…" He growls, movement slowing as he feels you tightening around him, getting close. "Not yet, boy. Not yet," he chides, before cooing and hushing you when you complain around his fingers. "Now, now, listen to your god, boy. Shh… Shh…"
He keeps his pace slow, far too slow, as he soothes you, waiting for your complaints to die down. When they finally do, he purrs. "That's it. Now, get my fingers wet, and then we'll see about getting you off, hm? Your God hates to see his disciple waiting and wanting… but you know I hate when you disobey, more."
As you suck and slurp around his fingers, Seven shudders, pressing his hips deeper and filling you up so well. "Mmmn… That's it. That's enough. Good boy, good job."
Seven slips those wet fingers from your mouth and he brings them between your bodies, rubbing quickly at your clit as his pace picks up once more.
"Good boy— mmn fuck— sweet little follower, so tight." He pants, rocking his hips just right. "Not yet. After me. Cum after I have, obedient little f-fucktoy."
He fucks into you hard and fast, and as you hit your peak, Seven hits his own, snarling into the sky as electricity lashes out from his body onto yours, into the room, cumming hot, hot ropes of his spend into your body. He shudders as you tighten around him, cumming around his cock, and he purrs, making sure to keep his pace up with rubbing your clit.
As the aftershocks die down, Seven's fingers slow down, and then fully withdraw from your body. He pulls out of you with a soft noise and a little spark to your inner thigh, before he kisses down your neck, and peppers affection across your chest.
"You did well. Good boy."
"Thank you, my lord."
"Good."
He unties you from the bed, and leaves the room, only to return with two wet towels. He carefully cleans up the mess he made between your thighs with one, before using the other to clean up your wounds from where his electricity shocked you whilst he was cumming.
Once he's done, he presses one last kiss on your forehead.
"Sleep well, devout little disciple."
He leaves as you fall asleep.