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The heat beneath the lion cub's shirt grew unbearable, sweat dripping down his forehead and his face burning red. Astaroth's body thrashed about, but the Mexican's grip on his wrists held fast. He was unbuttoning his shirt with his teeth. His teeth! "H-h-h-hey, I told you I'm not into... Guys..." he protested weakly.
Anon smirked, sending chills down his spine, "If it makes you feel better, just pretend I wear a skirt while I violate you." His partner's breath came out in short, hot bursts, Astaroth's clothing becoming sticky with what he hoped was just his own sweat. Fortunately, or unfortunately as it were, his large yellow shirt came undone, the only thing preserving his modesty a set of black shorts that struggled to cage the beast.
"Now show me if rumors are true," Anon whispered huskily, straddling his prey by the waist and gripping his head in his strong hands, "I want to see if you really are a lion in the bed." Astaroth shut his eyes tightly and tried to turn his head away, but there was nowhere to go. He could feel anon leaning down, so close he could feel the heat from his body over his face, his breath on his lips... And suddenly the weight holding him down was gone.
"He's mine, you monstrous molesting Mehican!" a lilting yet stern voice called out from a few feet away. Astaroth's eyes snapped open, propping himself up from his previously supine position. There, locked in a struggle, were Anon-kun and Lili, the woman wrestling him to the ground. For his part, anon was trying to stand his ground, but the woman had him in a chokehold, and refused to let go.
"So this is what you do in your spare time," came a dull voice from his left. Dazedly, Astaroth looked at the perpetually deadpan expression of Voyager, who briefly glanced over his state of undress and distress before turning her attention back to the fighting. "Don't mind me, I just like to watch. Pretend I'm not here." As surreal as it all was, he couldn't help but take a certain satisfaction from the fact that people were fighting over the prize of bedding him.
Astaroth tried to clear his throat to get their attention, but Voyager shushed him. "It's just getting good. Clothing damage and such. You like that sort of thing, right?"
"Actually," he confessed, face flushing an even deeper shade of red, "I was going to suggest a threesome."
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