[The more Crow sucks, the more he wants to keep going. Which isn't unusual in itself, but...
Crow lets out a deep rumble from the back of his throat, closing his eyes and taking in the rest of Shulk's dick into his mouth, his entire body shuddering as euphoria rushes over him from head all the way down to his tail. His thrusts into the harpy grow frantic, invigorating energy practically thrumming through his veins the more he continues.
Crow doesn't notice anything wrong. How can he, when all he's aware of is pleasure hitting him in waves, crushing all semblance of thought under it?
Even if he did, Crow's too far gone to even consider something as silly as stopping.]
i guess he's no longer schrodinger's shulk after this
Crow lets out a deep rumble from the back of his throat, closing his eyes and taking in the rest of Shulk's dick into his mouth, his entire body shuddering as euphoria rushes over him from head all the way down to his tail. His thrusts into the harpy grow frantic, invigorating energy practically thrumming through his veins the more he continues.
Crow doesn't notice anything wrong. How can he, when all he's aware of is pleasure hitting him in waves, crushing all semblance of thought under it?
Even if he did, Crow's too far gone to even consider something as silly as stopping.]