there's light at the edge of the darkness
As the finger slipped further into his mouth and pressed down, Loren responded eagerly, his tongue darting around. And that was before he realized that everything he did with his mouth was sent directly to his cock: at that point he surged forward, taking the illusory finger deeper and deeper until it hit his throat and he had to suppress a gag. His tongue, agile and eager, slid around the fingertip, and he moaned around it as he felt the same thing happen to his dick.
The moan deepened and gained a rougher edge as first one, then another tongue found his ass, and then some secret spot that caused his eyes to roll up in his head and his body (the parts he had control of at least) to writhe in pleasure. His own tongue and mouth redoubled their efforts, sucking and licking at the finger, driving himself to higher and higher pitches of ecstasy. At this point, he wasn’t sure where he ended and the pleasure Frey was drawing out of him began. Not that he cared. All he wanted was to keep this going as long as possible, to drown in the incredible feelings they were providing him.
Then the god started playing with his cock, first at the base, then the balls, and he whined. If his mouth hadn’t been full, he would’ve been babbling out a string of obscenities and prayers, so instead he just thought them. Oh my fucking god; Frey; fuck yes; of fuck that feels good; again; harder. It was too much, yet not enough, and he kept bobbing his own head forward, adding his efforts to the euphoria winding through his mind and body.
The moan deepened and gained a rougher edge as first one, then another tongue found his ass, and then some secret spot that caused his eyes to roll up in his head and his body (the parts he had control of at least) to writhe in pleasure. His own tongue and mouth redoubled their efforts, sucking and licking at the finger, driving himself to higher and higher pitches of ecstasy. At this point, he wasn’t sure where he ended and the pleasure Frey was drawing out of him began. Not that he cared. All he wanted was to keep this going as long as possible, to drown in the incredible feelings they were providing him.
Then the god started playing with his cock, first at the base, then the balls, and he whined. If his mouth hadn’t been full, he would’ve been babbling out a string of obscenities and prayers, so instead he just thought them. Oh my fucking god; Frey; fuck yes; of fuck that feels good; again; harder. It was too much, yet not enough, and he kept bobbing his own head forward, adding his efforts to the euphoria winding through his mind and body.
loren
