You have me, Dorian. You'll always have me, all of me...
[Promises that Orym wants to be true, even if he knows that he's losing himself to the thing inside him. But for as long as there is some of him left, it's Dorian's. The bard may well remain his link to his own humanity.
So he gives him exactly what he's asked for. He thrusts hard against him now, faster, plunging as deeply as he can with each thrust, the sound of skin striking skin loud in the room, mingled with pants and moans.]
Fuck... so perfect for me, beautiful. So tight. [Gripping at his cock like he was drawing him back in every time his hips rock backwards.]
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[Promises that Orym wants to be true, even if he knows that he's losing himself to the thing inside him. But for as long as there is some of him left, it's Dorian's. The bard may well remain his link to his own humanity.
So he gives him exactly what he's asked for. He thrusts hard against him now, faster, plunging as deeply as he can with each thrust, the sound of skin striking skin loud in the room, mingled with pants and moans.]
Fuck... so perfect for me, beautiful. So tight. [Gripping at his cock like he was drawing him back in every time his hips rock backwards.]