Don't get hot and flustered

Dawson · May 02, 2019, 08:20 AM

that’s fine hun- it’s all yours~

Fuck- his eyes burned. It was only a matter of time before they started to sting, and it was clear he was doing more damage than dislodgement. Just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse, his world spin around, and he found himself lost even more in the galled piles of mulched and dried flasks of dead flora. But he could smell the pursuant, feel him, as he stood atop of him with poise he couldn’t see. Any general wisp of air between their bodies told Dawson that he was in fact locked in place at the hold Athan chose to use on him. But the man has caught him- and a deal was a deal. Or was it...?

”You have!” He exclaimed with surprised glee. “Two out of three...?” His voice that was once a deep drum of milk and honey to woman about him in Rosings quaked in the embrace of this unseen menace. It was a clear he wasn’t attempting to appear fearful, but surely the shaking of his outer thighs against the mans inners told no lie.

Tongue rasped over the side of his neck, unbelievably tender and loving for the awful intent to come. But it eased the serpent into another attempt to slither out of this predicament. “Surely you would rather a much longer run?” The man spike more than one language even! He had to be more sophisticated than winning in one round, yes?
Right?
...right?...