"Get off, Buer!" Scaramouche screamed as he thrashed, but there was barely any room to move. Small, warm hands on his cock further heightened his panic, and he felt his eyes sting with tears.
"Stop!" Scaramouche shrieked, but Nahida wasn't listening, fascinated by what she was seeing and feeling. Her touches were gentle, thouh they grew firmer and more confident as time went on. To his eternal despair and shame, Scaramouche grew hard beneath her touch.
Spreading his precome over the head of his cock, Nahida then pulled a bottle of Slime Condensate from... somewhere. She spread it over the rest, making sure there was ample lubrication. When Nahida lifted her hips, positioning herself above his cock, Scaramouche belatedly realized that she had forgone shorts entirely, leaving her lower half bare. His voice had long gone hoarse from screaming, so he merely whispered one final plea for her to stop. She once again ignored him, and lowered her hips.
It was all downhill from there. It had been such a long time since Scaramouche had had any sort of intimate contact, and Nahida was so small and tight around his cock. It was miserably addicting, especially when she began riding him in earnest. He knew this was wrong, but his body refused to listen to his mind, resulting in this hellish union.
It didn't take long for Scaramouche to come, artificial blood running cold as he realized that he had climaxed inside of Nahida. Divine biology was an unknown to him, especially when it came to the female variety. He wasn't sure if Nahida was capable of carrying a child or not, and dreaded ever finding out. He wished she'd killed him rather than this.
With a hand on her clit, Nahida was able to come as well, clenching around Scaramouche almost painfully. She stayed atop him for a while, catching her breath, and Scaramouche began to lose his grip on reality, the stress finally shoving him out of his body.