--softly whines, before bringing his unoccupied hands down. One claw works on stroking his own maleness in slow, deliberate motions - and his other begins to play with Seru's hair.

"It's not flattery if it's true~ I really feel like the luckiest guy in the world right now..!"

Aamon's hands soon release from his pockets as Red puts his manhood on display. For now, it was a fleshy, knotted beast of a cock - big even by Seru's standards, and likely to not even /fit/ in Red! And just having it revealed to both of them had him breathing heavy.

"O-oh, fuck...~"

He--

// wow what a super easy and not confusing at all system lmao

Aamon's cheeks turn several shades darker all at once. And his pants - well, he stuffs his hands into his pockets to hide anything that /might/ be happening.

"I mean, you're both such drop-dead gorgeous girls ... I'm not sure I could handle one of you, let alone both at once!"

A pause.

"But...~"

// Although I guess technically I do have 4 submissive male OC's now that I think about it more

Aamon
My F.fxiv WoL
My slimeboi witch who I have zero art for
And [[TURBO REDACTED]]

"I am a Demon from Hell who hides his true form from 99% of the people I know. I'm not exactly a judge when it comes to people being 'monstrous' whatever that would even mean in a realm like this."

He gives a single shrug.

"I just need someone who's cool with working in a teleporting building."

"...Well, at least you're honest about it?"

He says with a soft smile and a demure laugh.

"I don't know your situation so I won't judge. But if ya ever need some part time work at a magic shop, gimmie a ring...!"

May as well offer if she's being honest, right?

--his arms holding himself up on either side of them, his body pinned her to the ground as his cock drilled deep within them.

Getting prone-brone bred by an Incubus, his still-worn jacket covering one's form from the elements as he gasped and moaned into your ear was one way to recover life-force!

--couldn't have known it would've lead to this.

The beauteous Demon fell even further into depravity. The claws on her waist settled onto the small of her back, pushing them down until their tummy laid flat against the ground as he mounted her more fully.

With his chest laid atop her back, and--

--alone rutting a total stranger! Part of him was embarrassed over being so easily taken in by a cute face and plump curves, but every time his hipbones clapped against her rippling ass, his self-admonishment vanished.

His thoughts were consumed by fulfilling their request for 'life-force.'

They--

"Yeah! I mean I have a theory that there might be a nexus point of interversal travel which causes the lines between universes to grow thin enough t-- did you say steal?"

2 second pause.

"...But, ah, yeah! It is really neat! Part of why I've been here researching it!"

"I mean, don't get me wrong, I love the 'rough sex anywhere' vibes ... but I can speak from experience that the back pain from fucking on a hardwood floor with no support /sometimes/ ain't worth it - depending on the partner!"

"At least put a pillow down on the linoleum!"

This is, somehow, Aamon's only problem with that whole spiel.

"Damn. Nice."

There is a soft, polite chuckle emanating from deep in Aamon's throat. Then, a devious grin.

"Sounds like you got someone who can match you ... blow for blow?"