[Bren was unraveling, being undone expertly by his mate, absolutely lost in the rush of pleasure and that edge of pain and the haze of submission. He leaned up to meet that kiss, soft and sweet as it was. That utterly dazed look was still flooded through his eyes as Essek spoke again. The words were obscene, the sort of filth that ought to have made Bren blush, but there was something sacrosanct about it too, as if all of this were some sacrament, an act of holy worship -- though the only deity that Bren had eyes for was the beautiful creature currently wrist deep inside him.]
Ja... yes... only fair. Breed me, use me, fill me up with your cocks and your come until I can't take anymore, until I'm dripping with your seed...
[Words spilled out of him in a litany, another prayer added to his worship on this makeshift altar. Eventually words gave way to incoherent moaning, his breath catching as his knees were drawn further back, as he was exposed so completely.
But as lost in the moment as Bren was, somewhere beneath the surface, Caleb had the wherewithal in a brief moment of control to fix blissed out blue eyes on the exact spot he'd expect Ikithon's scry to have been placed as another cry escaped, roughened with utter wanton desperation. Bren's back arched, seemed to tremble as if his body was trying to thrust him into his orgasm despite the cock around his ring, and being thwarted by that clever magic item.]
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Date: 2024-01-16 03:19 am (UTC)Ja... yes... only fair. Breed me, use me, fill me up with your cocks and your come until I can't take anymore, until I'm dripping with your seed...
[Words spilled out of him in a litany, another prayer added to his worship on this makeshift altar. Eventually words gave way to incoherent moaning, his breath catching as his knees were drawn further back, as he was exposed so completely.
But as lost in the moment as Bren was, somewhere beneath the surface, Caleb had the wherewithal in a brief moment of control to fix blissed out blue eyes on the exact spot he'd expect Ikithon's scry to have been placed as another cry escaped, roughened with utter wanton desperation. Bren's back arched, seemed to tremble as if his body was trying to thrust him into his orgasm despite the cock around his ring, and being thwarted by that clever magic item.]