[ Orym’s voice, his words seem to reverberate throughout his entire body, sending a pulse that only seems to further coalesce and burn to his core. He’s helpless against it, just as he is helpless against the hands holding him in place, helpless under Orym and his attention to his body and soul.
He grips the sheets underneath his hands, and with a few more strokes in and outside of him, he shudders and keens as the pressure boils over completely, coursing through him like lightning as he spills onto the bed below him. ]
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He grips the sheets underneath his hands, and with a few more strokes in and outside of him, he shudders and keens as the pressure boils over completely, coursing through him like lightning as he spills onto the bed below him. ]