Deeper Descent

Regulus finally relinquished his hold on Sirius's cock, slowly pulling back as he gazed up at him with a look of dark adoration. Sirius's eyes seemed to gleam with satisfaction, his face still twisted into a cruel smile as he reached out to gently grasp Regulus's hair. With a tender touch, Sirius guided Regulus's face towards his own cock, and Regulus understood what was expected of him. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick the head of Sirius's cock before he began to wipe it across his lips and cheeks. The sensation was strange, a mix of humiliation and pleasure that seemed to course through his veins like a dark, intoxicating elixir. As he smeared Sirius's cum across his face, Regulus felt a rush of excitement building inside him. He was degrading himself, yes, but he was also being claimed, being marked as Sirius's own. And as he looked up at Sirius, he saw a spark of approval in his eyes, a sense of pleasure and satisfaction that seemed to drive Regulus on. James watched the scene unfold, his eyes fixed on Regulus's face as he smeared Sirius's cum across his lips and cheeks. He seemed to be frozen in place, unsure of what to do next, but Regulus barely noticed him. His focus was on Sirius, and the twisted desires that seemed to be driving them both. Sirius's eyes never left Regulus's face as he watched him, his gaze drinking in the sight of his cum smeared across Regulus's skin. "You look beautiful like that," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You look like a true slave, Regulus." The words seemed to send a shiver down Regulus's spine, and he felt a rush of pleasure building inside him. He was a slave, yes, a slave to Sirius's twisted desires and his own dark impulses. And as he looked up at Sirius, he knew that he would do anything, anything at all, to please him. James finally stirred, his eyes fixed on Regulus's face as he took a step forward. "Regulus," he whispered, his voice soft and gentle. "Maybe we should get you cleaned up." But Regulus shook his head, his eyes never leaving Sirius's face. "No," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I like it like this. I like being marked." Sirius's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with pleasure. "Good boy," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You're a good boy, Regulus."