Volume 7 Epilogue. Epilogue Riki panted, his disheveled black hair spread over an ocean of bed sheets. He cried out,...

вторник, 11 июля 2023

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Volume 7 Epilogue.

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Riki panted, his disheveled black hair spread over an
ocean of bed sheets. He cried out, trembling in heavy, long
breaths.
No matter where or how Iason touched his flesh made
hypersensitive, every stimulus he brought about turned
into whirlpools of joy.
Sinking in prolonged, perpetual pleasure on top of
bottomless bliss.
Beguiled from head to toe, nonsense slipped from
Riki's slurred mouth over and over again.
Muir had enthralled Riki's body and soul, and
although he was just as submissive to pleasure and as
charming as always, the sight and sounds of him pleased
Iason unusually.
He slowly pushed apart the valley between the two
delightfully firm hillocks, laying bare Riki's defenseless
sphincter.
The area that always needed to be conscientiously,
thoroughly kneaded with lotion to loosen, was drenched
with trickling drops of honey. As Riki had orgasmed three
times, it had lost its typical toughness and color. Without
hesitation, Iason placed his mouth on it.
The touch alone led to pleasure and immediately made
Riki bend back in spasms. At that moment, the bud about
to come apart tightened.
When Iason pried him open with his tongue, carefully
licking the muscles inside, and slowly inserted a finger,
Riki's thighs began shivering uncontrollably.
If there had been no pet ring preventing release tied at
the base of his stiff stamen, Riki would have
instantaneously spilled his seed in copious amounts.
As Iason stroked Riki's lively erection to soothe it, he
licked the rim of his buried finger. Relaxing the inner walls
with the ball of his finger so as not to damage them, he
added a second, then a third digit.
The bud that had been well-stretched and undone by
sheathed fingers was still too delicate to accommodate
Iason. Aware of this, Iason slowly thrust inside.
Each time it happened, Riki's throat gave a small
twitch, but Iason did not stop. He knew it would only make
it more painful for Riki if he stopped midway.
Once fully in, Iason waited for Riki's breathing to
steady. He did not mind waiting for Riki to adapt to his
shape; he had learned all too well during the three previous
years that forcefully prying and mindlessly ramming into
him would only make Riki's body tense and immobile.
With patience, Riki would transform into an even
more bewitching creature. Iason knew this. And once he
had learned this, he no longer felt like sending Riki to any
mating parties. He didn't want any eyes except his to lay
on Riki in such a state.
Iason's head was filled with nothing but the thought
that the delirious state of this lithe, enchanting
metamorphosis was his alone.
As Iason arched his spine, his searing member
wedging and thrusting against Riki's innards, Riki pushed
his hips back, trying to draw the scorching pleasure deeper
within.
As the bud-piercing hardness rubbed up viscous
liquids and ate away at his vitals, the climax instantly rose
in a scream ripping from Riki's throat.
In pain-transcending intoxication.
A breathtaking ecstasy shook his brain to the core.
Reason, pretension, and deception were no more.
Riki's teary, pitch-black eyes ignited.
Iason reached the heights of fascination. He looked
into Riki's eyes and saw the colors of an eclipse.
Free of all fetters but those of their craving instincts,
their passions set ablaze.

"AnK."

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