// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Always,” Comes the delighted hiss, paired with a shiver that flares down his spine, making his toes curl. It’s alongside the pinch of pain along hips that aren’t as dulled to the touch as other parts of him. It’s delightful, as is the sudden punishing pace of his lover’s hips, spurring him on further into those electric pangs of his own rising climax.
The demand is met with the near rebuttal — claiming a bratty make me if it ever had a chance to leave his lips. It doesn’t, par from the “mmmm” that escapes him before he’s clamping his jaw down. Teeth pierce his shoulder, the blood bubbling to the surface as Danta presses in deep and warm, the scent of iron filling the air and the throb of heat suddenly flaring against the wound to his neck is paired with the matching, rabbit paced heartbeat that his cock throbs with. “Gods,” he manages to curse out as everything within him starts to unravel and come undone.
Sinking slightly back against Danta again, the butcher aches sharply momentarily, there’s the sound of something dropping at the entrance of the kitchen, a shuffle of feet, but mercifully the door is left alone. It’s enough overwhelming stimulation that the butcher cracks, his climax breaking from him with a wheezed sound of a moan he tries to keep down, cumming without a second thought as to trying to postpone for how close someone may be on the other side.
Ah well, Danta did a phenomenal job and it is a brothel at the end of the day.
The demand is met with the near rebuttal — claiming a bratty make me if it ever had a chance to leave his lips. It doesn’t, par from the “mmmm” that escapes him before he’s clamping his jaw down. Teeth pierce his shoulder, the blood bubbling to the surface as Danta presses in deep and warm, the scent of iron filling the air and the throb of heat suddenly flaring against the wound to his neck is paired with the matching, rabbit paced heartbeat that his cock throbs with. “Gods,” he manages to curse out as everything within him starts to unravel and come undone.
Sinking slightly back against Danta again, the butcher aches sharply momentarily, there’s the sound of something dropping at the entrance of the kitchen, a shuffle of feet, but mercifully the door is left alone. It’s enough overwhelming stimulation that the butcher cracks, his climax breaking from him with a wheezed sound of a moan he tries to keep down, cumming without a second thought as to trying to postpone for how close someone may be on the other side.
Ah well, Danta did a phenomenal job and it is a brothel at the end of the day.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
