Simon's face was contorted in pleasure and he couldn't hide the heated blush on his cheeks. His back had arched out to Naoki feeling the hard note and his body was trembling in ecstasy, his mind a blank haze.

Seeing that he calmed down and smiled. Seeing this scary man so vunerable was... he was kind of cute like that. Leaning down he bit once again near the navel while his hand reached to others balls and squeezed them tightly. If Simon liked pain so much.. he would love it. Or so thought Naoki.

Simon collapsed back on the bed feeling Naoki bite and squeeze his package at the same time and covered his mouth to muffle a slight scream. He was so close to cumming and was begging for more friction down there by trying to grind his hips into Naoki's hand.

When he heard the nice sound coming from Simon his ears twitched and the tip of his tail swayed faster. Feeling some blood on his tongue didn't stop him. If the mage wanted pain he would give it to him. He started to massage others balls roughly, making sure it would hurt and then bit on the other place and started to suck on the skin few seconds later.

Simon ended up cumming even though he tried to force his orgasm back and came with a gasping cry as he arched off the bed and bucked into Naoki's hand until he was finished. He laid there a panting, sweaty mess with his hair sticking to his forehead and his body trembling from the aftermath of his hard orgasm.

Naoki was a bit startled when it all happened but then he smiled and observed Simon as he was cumming like that. Still moving his hand to squeeze nicely other balls he then stopped. Sitting next to the mage he traced his lips with his finger while observing his face.
"You like pain so much?", he asked softly. "Why?"

Simon stared up at him with a heated gaze, his eyes faintly glowing in lust. "It makes me feel...normal...I guess." he replied softly, being completely honest.

"Normal? Is it because of your magic and long life you had and have?", asked Naoki, tilting his head. "Or is it because of killing?"

"...A little bit of both, actually." Simon replied softly. "I've lived so long and healed so many wounds that pain is the only thing that reminds me that I still can bleed, and that I still have a beating heart."

"Hmmm.. Why did you want to life for so long? Aren't you lonely? And tired? Do you kill only for your potion?", he asked while pushing away the strands of hair that clung to his sweaty forehead wit the tip of his finger.