Suddenly, Masada’s mind began to wander. His body grew hot; his heart’s pace quickened. For whatever reason, he was... attracted to this thing. Was it a spell? Perhaps something in the air... well, whatever it was, Masada wasn’t ready to ignore it just yet. He licked his upper lip and cautiously stepped forward. The thing didn’t quiver, as expected. He reached out with a hand and touched the thing lightly, gently. How strange—the thing was cool, like a corpse, yet it pulsated. A heartbeat. Masada breathed out slowly, sighed, and continued stroking the thing. The more he touched it, the more aroused he became. A bulge appeared between his thighs. How long had it been since he felt this way...?
Masada unzipped his pants and rubbed his erection on the thing’s face.
He gritted his teeth, moved his hips faster. Faster. Faster. The thing seemed to become warmer with each movement, while Masada became more desperate. He opened his mouth, gaped like a fool, and tried to find the proper word.
“...Inside...”
Of course, the thing didn’t agree—in fact, it complied. When Masada moved behind it, an indentation had appeared in its back, at just the right height. How that happened, Masada had no idea—but he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was fuck. He carefully stuck a finger in, more or less to make sure there wasn’t a set of fangs here to bite his dick off. There wasn’t. He positioned himself behind the thing and entered, slowly at first. Quickly speeding up, his breaths became hoarse and uncontrolled. Pain coursed through his fingers, he was gripping the thing so tightly. He peered down at the thing through his good eye, half-expecting to see its face changing from that odd, sadistic sneer to a look of ecstasy or pain, perhaps combined. However, its face hadn’t shifted at all. Masada would have wondered if it even had facial muscles, but he was too busy feeling so fucking good.