[ being the wielder of the spell, belial is very familiar with what happens when its effects are starting to fade and wear off. he can see that the fog is lifting from sandalphon's empty head, pulling him out of that pleasant haze and dropping him back into crystal-clear reality. that peaceful bliss is gone, replaced by the burden of thought and having to make his own decisions again. and tiredness—being free of the charm also means he's now acutely aware of the sweat and the semen still dripping from his abused hole and just how sore and aching his muscles are. ]
Good morning, sunshine. [ he purrs when sandalphon looks up at him, pleased like a cat that just caught the canary. ] You awake and ready to live with the consequences?
[ when sandalphon rolls over, belial smiles faintly and drags the pads over his fingers over the curve of his spine, feeling every indentation and defined muscle. the charm mark has almost faded from the back of his neck now, with only the outer edges remaining. he wants to kiss it, but he decides not to push his luck too much now that sandalphon might tell him off for it.]
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Good morning, sunshine. [ he purrs when sandalphon looks up at him, pleased like a cat that just caught the canary. ] You awake and ready to live with the consequences?
[ when sandalphon rolls over, belial smiles faintly and drags the pads over his fingers over the curve of his spine, feeling every indentation and defined muscle. the charm mark has almost faded from the back of his neck now, with only the outer edges remaining. he wants to kiss it, but he decides not to push his luck too much now that sandalphon might tell him off for it.]