Stone Circle [m] soul disavowed

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ᚦ — man beneath him gives in once draugr took hold of the wound that had barely begun to stitch together across the throat. by lack of noises made, his silence was punishing. the grizzled wound spoke for him.
his silence now would be rewarded. draugr takes hold, teeth gnashing against dark scruff at the nape of neck and settles hips over his. grappling shoulders with thick forelegs meant to subdue.
the hound would be going nowhere, not until the jarl was finished with him. beginning now the rough ticking of hips against exposed flesh, tongue lolling, manful grunts and growls to be devoured by the night time.
eyes closing to convince himself the man beneath was a thin-bodied woman subject to his pleasures; not a grizzled bastard who draugr must dominate in any means.

fade!