Emet-Selch shudders as Hythlodaeus touches him. It's true, he's hardly been punished for how clearly out of line he was by hurting his love. But how sweet the torment is, stirring excitement within him anew despite the body's yearning for rest. This is one of very few times where rest is not important to him.

Unable to hold a shaking moan back as Hythlodaeus strokes his cock, he practically whimpers as he glances back at his beautiful but merciless love.

"Do what you must..." But of course he would much prefer if Hythlodaeus would just fuck him again. Ah, but he's not running the show on this and never was.