The sound that escapes him annihilates any hope for dignity he thought he might have left as he feels his cock slip past those lips, past that tongue, and nestle into Byleth's throat. It's so much, too much, and he's left quivering and shuddering, saliva has already streaked a little bit of his chin, mingling with what tears had escaped his eyes, but with the constant assault to his senses he can hardly keep his salivation as under control as he'd like. He really wishes he could wipe his damn chin, he's a mess...
Once freed of that tortously wonderful moist mouth, Emet-Selch is left panting and limp against his bindings. The rubbing and comfort given to his thighs is almost too much, but he still appreciates the grounding effect it has on him all the same. With half-lidded eyes, he looks at the offered water, hesitates, then welcomes it.
He drinks, a little greedily, for he hadn't realized how thirsty this has made him. However, once he's had his fill, he nods his head at the question.
"Yes, yes, I am fine." His strained voice might make someone think otherwise, but he does mean it.
"Now, for the matter of your request. Imagine what it is you wish to have, focus your mind on that, and I will do the rest."
As he says this, his right hand goes into a snapping position, he waits till Byleth gives him a sigh that he's ready. When he does, he peers into Byleth's aether, his incoporeal aether to view his memory, his mind, to see that which he imagines—then he snaps his fingers. The body-changing magic following after.
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Once freed of that tortously wonderful moist mouth, Emet-Selch is left panting and limp against his bindings. The rubbing and comfort given to his thighs is almost too much, but he still appreciates the grounding effect it has on him all the same. With half-lidded eyes, he looks at the offered water, hesitates, then welcomes it.
He drinks, a little greedily, for he hadn't realized how thirsty this has made him. However, once he's had his fill, he nods his head at the question.
"Yes, yes, I am fine." His strained voice might make someone think otherwise, but he does mean it.
"Now, for the matter of your request. Imagine what it is you wish to have, focus your mind on that, and I will do the rest."
As he says this, his right hand goes into a snapping position, he waits till Byleth gives him a sigh that he's ready. When he does, he peers into Byleth's aether, his incoporeal aether to view his memory, his mind, to see that which he imagines—then he snaps his fingers. The body-changing magic following after.