Shalastra's Light Part 2
Dishonorably discharged from the empire he once served, Akheras, a scholar turned warrior, seeks to try another way to repent for his past sins. He approaches none other than Shalastra, his once-sworn enemy, as apt of a commander as she is at getting under his scales through other, gentler means than warfare. The enigmatic dragoness has some of the answers he seeks...but will Akheras hold himself together? To do what is expected of him?
Or will he fall prey to her sweet charm and her much too enticing, feminine allure? Read to find out...
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Description: Dishonorably discharged from the empire he once served, Akheras, a scholar turned warrior, seeks to try another way to repent for his past sins. He approaches none other than Shalastra, his once-sworn enemy, as apt of a commander as she is at getting under his scales through other, gentler means than warfare. The enigmatic dragoness has some of the answers he seeks...but will Akheras hold himself together? To do what is expected of him?
Or will he fall prey to her sweet charm and her much too enticing, feminine allure? Read to find out...
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***Shalastra's Light Part 2***
Silence.
Cold, comforting silence, An ally any dragon filled by any kind of emotions could depend on. Closing his eyes to the ugly, unjust world he left behind, Akheras drifted back to the epiphany that changed everything. Nalashar, a dragon of scant years, the apprentice he wished to take under his wing in the library once he became a keeper of knowledge at his city's archives, was firmly bound in metal plates and sent with a flock of other hatchlings to stifle Shalastra's foray into the human worlds. Akheras remembered how much he loathed fighting his own kin that day. How much he hated killing them. Not many in his group could fight with such determined ferocity...especially not young Nalashar. In the shock of his first battle against his own kin, his frozen, stunned form made an easy picking for Shalastra's nightstalkers.
Akheras curled his unsheathed claws into the bed of the lake. The cold winds of the high skies prickled his scales even now as he remembered how swiftly he abandoned that pointless skirmish over some patch of land nobody wanted to save the life of one of his own. He brought the almost lifeless body of Nalashar back to the city... yet the humans saw no camaraderie in his actions. No love. No...nothing. They lashed the near-death adolescent dragon fifty times before they took the both of them to their healers. While Akheras received just a stern warning on account of the blood he spilled on the battlefield, Nalashar received far worse
A warning. He escaped with a single, stern, stupid warning. As if the blood that matted his scales that day was mere warpaint, and his deeds, just an incredulous tale penned by a scholar dreaming of writing his next epic fantasy tome.
That had been the last day Akheras ever unsheathed his claws against his own kin, be they furred or scaled, for the sake of human idiocy. Relegated back to his family, he was back to his normal life. A boring life. A life he, for all accounts, enjoyed to the beast of his ability...until the old king died and his savage runt of a son forced all able dragons back into their suit of armor once more.
"There was no more library. No more seekers of knowledge. All dragons of proper age and training would be conscripted in the skyguard until their service ended...and that can take years, if not decades. I wasn't going to be known as Akheras the scale-render by both humans and dragons alike. From that day...I swore I'll never draw a dragon's blood in combat ever again. Use me if you must, but please...not like them. Not like they did..."
He barely finished his mumbling when the waters rippled around him once more. Shalastra unfurled her wings before she immersed herself in the waters, and, just like before, with barely any effort, the pools heated and steamed until they turned into a puddle of blissful heat.
"Interesting trick." Akheras grumbled pleasantly, not fully bothering to move away from his relaxed position. "Yet now I have no feasible way to ask you to come closer and warm me beneath your velvet fur...with all those striking feathers posing as our little hideout of peace."
"Can't I?" She swam in his direction, playful intelligence shining in her amethyst eyes. "What else is there to do in this large pool, so unsuited for two lazy dragons?"
"Well," Akheras gulped once he realizes she was being serious. "Guess it's too late to stop you now. Where do you wish to sit? Should I give you more ssssraaahhh..."
Descending into a long hiss of surprisingly enthralling pleasure, Akheras throat steamed as he welcomed her added weight on top of his belly with a shuddering winged hug. "You feel...heavy. And your wet fur smells like the tea I had one time at the Tower. It was a herbal infusion that gave me...stomach cramps..."
Belly to belly, her snout so close every breath inhaled more of her own, Akheras remained fixated on her beautiful gaze, wishing for nothing more than to hold her there, in his worn-out, scaly embrace.
"How did we get here, Shalastra? A few days ago, we would have killed each other if we clashed. You, in defense of your lands, me, an arrow shot from the crooked bow of the man I betrayed. Proper is a strange way to describe the winds that brought us together...don't you agree?"
The playful female slapped her wet pads on top of his snout. She slowly seated herself on top of him, the fur of her belly rubbing against hardened plates, until she aligned herself almost perfectly to his...his-
"Mraahhh," Akheras whimpered. He felt the brushing of her furless lips against the soft entrance of his own gender for just a second. A second that stirred his heart and strained every breath in his throat, save for that short, strained growl that escaped through bared, hissing teeth.
"Easy there, sun scales. I barely made myself comfortable." Her snout rubbed along his neck in a far more affectionate way than he'd expect from a commander of a ragtag mixture of survivors. "There has to be more underneath these scales besides a jaded scholar-turned-scale-render. The way you tense...mrrhhhh...like a hatchling on the cusp of spilling his first. Am I...your first?"
"Arrhhh, in a...strange way, yes. Yes you are." The golden male shuddered, his body involuntarily working against the ploy of his higher thinking. He ignored the throbs that made his member slip out of his vent, he ignored the shudders that crept along her body as every ridge that crested the underside of his cock filled her with trembles of excitement.
He pretended this was just a strange sort of hug, until he finally reached his full mast and his member was finally, firmly held in place under the hungry grip of her own needy set of lips.
"We aren't allowed to form lasting bonds with the opposite gender of our kin. Mating is...not like it should be." Akheras quickly said as if nothing improper happened down there.
"How, then? Quick and messy? Against your will?" She purred, nibbling at his neck like a needy lover.
"Our... seed..." he licked his lips with utter lust once he realized just how much of it resided within his tingling groin. "It's collected by the humans for the hatcheries. They preserve it in baths of ice...and inseminate the females with these long, strange rods."
"How long?"
"Longer than..." he paused when he was about to make a reference to his own maleness. "The average dragon. We are taken like horses to the breeding stalls. Dinky, smelly things. No proper place for courtship. We are made to mount a dragonesses we can't even greet properly...No. there is no love. There is no connection. We clamber on their tail ends like lustful beasts, and work until we...until it happens." A particularly powerful contraction of his nether regions drew a hiss out of his worked up, shuddering frame. "That's where the true value of a dragon is for the humans. In a damp, dirty stall, under a tail raised out of necessity, not love."
"That...not even my nightmares are that grim. To mate without caring. To thrust without loving. That's what the humans would have of us. They'd treat us like nothing more than beasts." Her tongue brushed along his scales, a balm better than any word. "have you sired any clutches of your own? With scales as bright as the midday sun?"
"I...never. I refused to prolong this horrendous practice."
"Then let us climb out of this pool of worries and align our wings to brighter, better futures."
Hot under his scales from the enthralling experience he shared in the pool with her, Akheras slowly climbed out on the shore. Water dripped down his scales, none more so than across his shaking limbs. His muscles felt inexplicably weak under the powerful lashes of his needy desires, as if all of his strength had focused in one single, leaking place: his throbbing, fully unsheathed member.
Not even looking at the pink rod slapping against the scaled dragon's belly while they separated, Shalastra shook herself off several times. When the violent shakes of her body refused to give her the results she expected, she enveloped herself in a cloud of mist that left her feathers light and her fur as dry as a windy canyon.
"By the pure starlight, you have it easy." From his back, Akheras watched with envy. He intended for all the pesky water to drain off from his back, when instead, all he achieved was a grander view of his still tensing male problem. He felt so warm down there. So...full of unspent life.
Although he kept trying hard to get his excited mind to think of something else besides the tight, kneading embrace of her fleshy lips milking him of all his undoubtedly thick and very pent-up seed, the effort seemed like a monumental task. Once he knew the warm comfort of her feathered embrace, sampled her thin, delightful tongue in the depths of his maw, and brushed against her soft furred lips, everything else was the distraction. Unless...
"This moisture gives me no reprieve. Would you please extend me the same courtesy?" He looked to her with a pleading glint in his eyes. "Soggy wounds heal twice slower. Human wisdom I learned from nrrhhhh...!" his snout contorted with a different breed of tension that lanced its way through his muscles like wildfire now that the water impregnating his scales fizzled out at an alarmingly and very hot rate, none more so than in his nether regions. His penis tensed with a sharp, intense shudder. All of his groin muscles tightened together, pulsating with an ominous thrum of intense bliss. The heat was just too much. The tension, unbearable to hold in any longer.
"Mrooaaahhh!" Akheras reached for his member with the flared, padded fingers of a forepaw, but by that time, he was too late. With an instinctual thrust of his hips followed by an embarrassingly intense squirt that matted his entire body from slit to far beyond his head, Akheras panted in blissful surprise, amazed, shocked, and equally disturbed by how he still kept the brunt of his hot, bubbling seed inside with THAT sort of stimulation burning in the depths of his leaking, rock hard erection.
"Please...no more..." he huffed, looking not at her, but at his own, aroused member. "You should stop using that mist of yours when I'm in this state..."
"Who asked for it? Me? You silly, whimpering hatchling." Shalastra padded over. "I have a few new lessons you can add to your library of experiences."
Akheras whined in bliss once she draped her velvet tongue along the underside of his jaw.
"What are you..."
"Helping you relax." She whispered. She seemed genuine for a while, yet Akheras could hear it in her excited breathing that affection was not the only thing she sought. Shaking his clumsy paws from grabbing onto her feathered neck, she descended her way further down his body, following the shaky path painted upon his sandy colored plates by his abundant, pheromone-rich pre-seed.
Akheras knew what would happen. He just...didn't anticipate how intense the fire lashing his body would feel when her delightful tongue slathered the very tip of his member with its long, blissful touch.
"Nrraaahhhh....arrhhhh..." He bucked his hips instinctively towards the source of the heat, squirting ample amounts of pre upon her drippy tongue. "Maybe...stop before....."
Shalastra did. Somewhat. She let his member beat the air with its savage throbs while she sunk her tongue in whatever space he still had in his stretched-out vent, eating him out with maddening experience until he all but roared for her to stop.
"Mrrr, I rarely sampled a male that tastes so...intense," she licked her creased lips off his abundant juices, no doubt attacked by the intense heat of a male dragon's unique pheromones. "You whimper and moan like you never knew a female's touch. Perhaps the time has come to change that."
The way she slowly clambered on top of him, her fur dry and fluffy, yet soaked in that mesmerizing scent of a wild, untamed forest got the golden dragon drunk on the euphoria of a most sizzling possibility. Eyes fixated on her mesmerizingly fierce snout, his member tensing harder than ever, Akheras lost himself in a dream...a dream that could end on the wettest of consequences.
"Shalastra...I...I'm not sure we should..."
She pressed her snout down to kiss him, making him moan, forcing them both to shudder with obvious expectations. "If you give me another of your lectures on what humans do, spare it. You're with me now. Here, in my grove, you can love who you want no matter your status, gender, species, or upbringing..."
"You mean...you and I...can we...?"
Purring, she slathered his lips wet with saliva once more, while her hindquarters lowered closer and closer to his tense, ridged member, almost intent on kissing him there in another type of manner. Drops of pre trickled down his tensing shaft in preparation for the undoubtedly intense experience her tightening folds would provide...
Yet instead of finding himself slit deep in her soaked, snuggly lips, Akheras shuddered with a different breed of excitement; an excitement born out of a more honest type of love. He liked how gently she nuzzled her way across places that once knew the touch of bullets or spears, teeth or claws...even if his instincts begged him to indulge in other types of desires.
"Are you...inspecting the aftermath of your earlier work?" he nudged her neck playfully to get her attention.
"Your wounds healed well, yet scars still linger." She insisted on a round, jagged shape that clearly belonged to some sort of magic missile casted by her own followers. "While it pains me to see the beauty of your scales marred by the wounds of your past, part of me wonders. What stories hide along these clawmarks? What depths of betrayal have you known in the pits left by the human shooters?"
She draped her tongue across every dent, crease, or wound she encountered. And while she licked, Akheras pondered.
"The worst punishment I received came from my refusal to inseminate my first female. Fifty spiked lashes, hot irons on the wings. Or the feet, for soft footed dragons like us."
"The paws?" she snarled with righteous fury. "That's vile."
"Most likely why they implemented these measures. All punishment is followed by a visit to the healers. While most marks disappear, some remain, reminding us of our mistakes. The empire needs us too much to end our lives for disobeying something another dragon can take care of, but they are not beyond savagery, should we disobey their laws or hope for a life beyond our station." Akheras hissed softly as a particularly vile memory presented itself to him. "I always dreamed of free skies and for a richly decorated tower fill with thousands of ancient tomes as my life, but others...others embrace the empire's more bestial pursuits. The way he plunged himself in her..."
Akheras let out a shuddering sigh, angered, yet aroused in the same manner by the image of another dragon slamming himself so hard in his female their combined juices splattered all around their fleshy union. "I barely even stepped ten feet away from her after I disobeyed them, and they already had another male ready to do what I failed to. A blackened beast of endless lust whose hungry huffs I still hear when I close my eyes. I never...I'll never be that...thing."
"Rrrrrhhhh, of that, I have no doubt," Shalastra climbed her way back to his snout from the middle of his chest, testing the entrance of his maw with her delightful tongue. Akheras greedily accepted her affections, delighting her with a long, sloppy, toothy embrace of jaws that lasted an eternity.
"Mrrrhhh...that...felt surprisingly good." He said once they broke apart with thin translucent strings extending between their panting mouths, not very dissimilar to those that trickled down the feathered female's fur in the nether regions where her soaking wet vent was located.
"You certainly are no beast, but neither an inexperienced whelp. Perhaps you can show me exactly the kind of dragon you wish to be... my sun scaled treasure."
More licks, more kisses, more love. Akheras heart not only fluttered in his scaled chest from her honest praise, but also from the plethora of things he wished to express with more than just words. Already hot from the taste of her delightful tongue, he wasted no time in quickly turning the tables on her. He didn't even need to work hard. Shalastra let herself wrestled on her back all, encouraging him to nibble his way down her neck with fervorous kneading of claws against his strong, golden scales. Akheras treated her hindpaws with licks and her belly, with a flurry of gentle nuzzles before hovering over that soaked, musky, delightfully wet cavern he yearned to bury himself in.
"Are you sure?" His voice trembled from the dizzying combination of smells and sights offered by her nether regions. A place his instincts pulled him towards with no hope of appeal. He dipped his head lower, eager to get a taste, mesmerizied by the almost imperceptible specks of pink visible through her matted fur...
Until another squirt of pre left his member. "I...mrahhh, I already feel my resolve weakening just by inhaling your scent." The golden dragon whimpered. "We really, really should just-"
His dazed, mumbling state hardly argued with the two clawed forepaws that pushed him down into that twitching, fleshy sea of sweet flavor that tasted so, so, SO incredibly mesmerizing upon the tip of his tongue. He licked her slow at first, eager to sample her scents just a little bit upon the tip of his tongue, but with each lick across her maddeningly hungry lips, with each taste of her intense aroma, with each shuddering breath inhaled across his snout creased by instinctual lust for her taste, Akheras...lost himself.
He lost himself to a primal hunger. Surrendered to desire beyond his ability to control. Turning more savage by the second, he jabbed at her nethers with his snout to further reach the source of her tantalizing heat and splattered her juices wildly with deep, hungry thrusts of his tongue.
Shalastra's response was everything one could expect. Shuddering wings, unsheathed claws dragging across his scales, all wrapped together in a most beautiful song of primal vocalization that told Akheras one thing: she enjoyed him.
No further proof had he needed than the warm pads of one of her paws embracing the tip of his most aroused penis, forcing a thrust as sharp and intense as the rippling growl that erupted from the depths of his desperate throat.
Three intense squirts escaped the pulsating length of his cock, and while he panted, lost in a blissful concoction of both tension and relaxation, Shalastra cleaned herself off him, her jaws unsteadied by the delightful concoction of a male almost at the tip of his peak.
"Never have I feasted on the essence of a male so full of life. How long, since your last release?"
"Too long," The golden male huffed while he attempted to clean his own mouth off her juices. "We should stop here...or else the next thing your tongue will touch will be the seed of a dragon too unworthy to be your partner, even for this lone night."
"I may oblige," the female teased by spreading her legs enticingly. "If you show me the softness of your own paws...down there," she pointed with the same drippy leg she used to swipe his pre-seed with.
While the opportunity to satisfy her to completion appeased his rational mind, the instinctual half of him yearned to taste her once more, this time...with something more than just his tongue. Akheras throbbed and thought, raging within himself for a quick end to this unspeakably foolish act, yet all he had to do was look upon the silky tunnel revealed by her parting legs for but a moment, and his mental resilience completely unraveled.
"I know a better way," he rumbled, kneading at the ground with the eagerness of a male eager to grab onto his mate. "Heard it from other dragons like me. Ones who refused to couple at the whims of the humans. It involves me, standing on top of you, and..." his voice faltered as a few more globs of thick chalky lubrication eased themselves on her once-clean tailfeathers.
Why tell her...when he could show her instead?
With her discerning eyes following his every move, tongue poking just slightly out of her thinly spread jaws, Akheras embraced the soft fur of her belly with his hardened plates and kissed her hot, flushed nethers with the colder, ridged underside of his cock.
"Raaaahhhh..." he moaned under the thrilling heat of her lips. Anchored into the grass steadily to hold his balance, the golden dragon began to slowly work himself back and forth along the in-between of her gentle mounds to stimulate her greatly with the hardened tips of his fleshy nubs. All he needed were a few passes before a hiss unlike any other escaped her jaws along with a bounty of juices that soaked almost the entirety of the male's throbbing member in a hot, silky veil. Akheras needed a single breath to know what that was. Yet still, he chanced a look. For some instinctual reason, he yearned to see his engorged shaft coated by the release of a possible mate...
And the results were far more intense than he expected. The smell...the sight of it...the feel of it! All so...so-
"Hraahhh!" shutting his jaws as tight as his eyes, the male hurled his member forward, stimulating her with every ridge he had until his tailbase kissed the tips of her lips and sharp, cloudy discharges even whiter than the last time soared across her darkened fur. Shalastra picked her head up, yet she seemed dazed, unfocused, stunned by the mere scent of the squirting fluid. A fluid Akheras knew too well, for he released it often in the loneliness of his nest.
Seed. His seed. Part of it, at least, but still enough to dazzle her senses as well as make him yearn for more. His better self roared for him to stop, yet at that point, as he stared longingly in her starlit eyes, eyes that knew love and loss alike beyond depths unmeasured, he knew the only way to go was forward. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, deep, deep inside.
He inserted himself within her slowly, the first taste of her shuddering grip so warm, so inviting, so incredibly satisfying that he hardly waited to sink every ridge in a slow, teasing fashion. Lost to his ears, her growl and hisses of utter satisfaction did little to stop him until, at last, he found himself sunk down to his last inside a place that, previous to this moment, he could only dream of.
"Arrhhhh!" he shot his maw towards her neck to celebrate his achievement with fierce, loving affection while she too scratched and bit at whatever parts of him she could grab on, pleading for him to do the only thing he never wanted to. See himself out. Part with the great, indomitable heat of her loving grip. Retain his seed in the cold cage it thickened in for weeks, if not months.
"Akheras...you'll lose yourself to the heat of your own desires. Out...see yourself out now, or feel your seed unravel."
Somehow, her words registered to his unfocused senses, and part of his pledge still raged within him, fighting against the heat of his instincts. Out. Out in the cold. Out, where he promised. That's what she asked of him. His partner. His mate. He had to...pull himself out. Ridge by ridge, his member retreated sloppily from her twitching, wanting embrace, giving way to a splattering mess reeking of their combined scents. He almost got to the tip, when suddenly, the absence of her warmth stung him far, far too deep. Why splatter his seed outside, when he could mate? Why not do what nature itself intended for two dragons stuck at the peak of their mutual lusts?
With a resounding hiss of monstruous desire, Akheras plunged himself back in so hard he shook the smaller feathered female underneath with his mighty thrust, but that...that was just the first of many he launched at the gates of her dainty, shuddering folds, taking her, rather than mating. It felt so incredible, that every thrust became more desperate than the last....in spite of her obvious protests. He forgot all about his pledge or her wants, the maddening heat of her rapidly clenching folds luring his instinctual part to see himself to completion within her loving grip.
Her feeble kicks had no strength to them. Her bites, even less so on a dragon covered in almost impenetrable scales.
With his instinctual bliss soaring to a frighteningly intense peak, Akheras bit down on the base of her jaws in an attempt to hold her down until his seed thoroughly inseminated her. Close...so close...only a few more thrusts. Rutting her wildly, with froth bubbling on the edges of his mouth like seed inside the depths of his vent, Akheras felt himself approach the sweetest, desperately wanted peak of his frighteningly intense ascent. Just one more moment. One more thrust. One more delightful squeeze around the entire girth of his cock to let him know she wanted it.
At last, it came. That unmistakable surge of hot finality that made every male's scales rise on end. Shuddering from every muscle inside his tensing body, Akheras slammed himself down to the very vent of his cock within his female and blasted her with the mightiest jet of seed that ever left him since his last release.
"Roooaaaaahhhh!" He left her neck hang free to announce his primal achievement like any dragon should have, loud and powerful. A conqueror drunk on the taste of his victories. In that moment, he felt nothing but ecstatic. He won. He finally mated. He...barely even knew what happened before an almighty force pushed him backwards, far from her silky embrace, far from her feathers, far from her scent and everything else he loved.
He flew through the air, blinded by starlight crackling through the vaporous mists that seemed to have materialized around him from nowhere, his seed still spraying outward, his member, still pumping. He knew not why he soared. Or why he fell.
All that registered to his instincts was the pain. Sharp, crackling pain that brought him down from his warmest dream to the coldest night.
"Mrreaaaahhh," curled in a pile of whimpering roars, Akheras remained chained by his lusts even when he had no need of them, his unspent passions leaking over his neck, his snout, a blanket of warm shame that brought not even an ounce of comfort.
"You promised." Shalastra's voice made him part open his eyelids. She stood above his curled, pitiful form, looking as fierce and bright as ever, yet stained with an abundance of seed trickling down to mark the ground with all the liquid shame Akheras poured within her. "You vowed to see yourself out before your seed sprang forth."
"Your heat...my seed...I tried, but...I-I'm sorry," Akheras whined pitifully.
"Not more than I am."
In spite of her stern words, the female still seemed to harbor some feelings for him.
"Why...what are you..." Akheras growled in pain when she gently eased him on his belly, not minding the fact that his still unsheathed penis still squirted its last reserves dangerously close to her fluffy paws.
"Your wings need adjustment." Shalastra stepped in sludge without too much care for her cleanliness. "Take a breath."
Her mending spell glued his broken bones together and mended his tissue almost as quick as he broke it. Too bad his apologies to her could not do the same.
"Gratitude. I know I don't deserve-"
"I'm not done. Not yet."
When her mists pouring out a third time, he cowered at her might, afraid he will suffer yet another punishment besides the shame of being so rudely evicted from her embrace at the peak of his pleasure.
Instead, the sickly smell of sizzling seed stifled his concerns. He wasn't the target of her ire. Not directly.
"Wh-why?" he clung to her while she tried to depart. "Why not let me finish, if your spellforce can-"
"I should not have to waste it on such inconsequential mistakes. This is just an unfortunate necessity spurted from a promise that should have been kept." Shalastra shook herself off him, making it clear she had no wish to be followed with a hissing snarl. "Clean yourself. I need to have you in my grove with the other warders within a moment. You're part of us now...and we need to see where we can best assign your other, controllable talents."
Like an abandoned pup, Akheras looked at her with pleading eyes. "Will we...ever share another moment like this again?"
"Time will tell."
Brushed away, left alone with only the staining touch of his musky seed to keep him company, Akheras dropped on his side and eased his half-erect member back into his vent, the stench of well-known loneliness puckering his tongue. "Stupid...so stupid..."
What was he thinking? That his desertion would be rewarded with love? That a lowly dragon like him could be the mate of the most striking creature he ever laid his eyes on?
Sniffing his way along the grass once he cleaned himself as best he could, the beaten dragon shuffled towards the same place the two of them shared such a sweet moment of passion. His downfall into the instinctual bowels of siring an unwanted family had been swift and inevitable. He should have expected that, yet...in the heat of the moment, he just...did what any male would.
Or so he told himself. Curling around himself yet again, with his head resting under a comforting wing, Akheras tried not to mind the everlasting smell of his own spilled passions. He forced himself asleep to a dream where she was still here, trapped in his embrace, showering him with love and respect while nethers suckled away the last remnants of his precious seed.
***The End***
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