Emet-Selch sucks in a breath right as the collar tightens against his throat. He groans out roughly, curling his fingers into his palms. "You know I would happily be a creative outlet for you." He answers with a smirk, and if his hands weren't bound
he'd be resisting the urge to rub at his neck.

"Ah-" He gasps in surprise then as the finger finds its way inside of him dry. The sudden intrusion has his cock spilling a bit of precum, even with the strange discomfort. It's just exciting to be at the mercy of Hythlodaeus. "My love..." It sounds like a plea almost, but he doesn't even know what he's pleading for, except to get more from his lover.