Saint Sebastian's clothes were made of a peculiar material. It was akin to leather yet soft black fabric, tightly wrapped around his upper body and waist. The pants, on the other hand, were loose, adorned with many shiny and strange ornaments and totems.
Normally, he didn't find this attire inconvenient, but now, a certain erect part was being painfully constricted by the fabric, making him both irritable and uneasy.
The human he was currently mating with stubbornly clutched onto his horn. The air was thick with the scent of keelkas goat milk.
"No more touching..."
Saint Sebastian opened his mouth, his sharp teeth biting Margaret's earlobe. He gasped as he struggled to loosen the tight waistband of his pants, impatiently pulling out his throbbing member in an attempt to alleviate the discomfort.
