there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
Loren didn't treat Bastien gently, knowing full well that the Ascended didn't feel pain. Hand in the artist's hair, fingers gripping with bruising force, the healer used the other man in any way Bastien let the Launceleyn, abusing all of Bastien's holes. In exchange, Loren offered as many bites as the artist wanted, the healer using his magic to restore his blood as needed.However, eventually the Launceleyn's body was entirely spent. He captured the Ascended's lips for one last hungry kiss. Then, smiling languidly, Loren padded over to wash the paint, sweat, and cum from his body, which had dried in a less than pleasant mess. Darting back into the room to retrieve his clothes, he winked at everyone still left inside.
Then he strolled out, humming happily about how this had all turned out.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
