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Loren had never backed away from a challenge.
However, this might be the first time he was backed into a challenge: Frey grabbed the summoner’s back and pressed it down and then his hips and thrust them into the air for better access. The Launceleyn didn’t mind in the slightest, given the tongues that licked every inch of his ass to his balls, causing him to shiver at the delicious sensation. Indeed if he’d been able to speak, he would’ve babbled encouragement. But his mouth was otherwise occupied.
The finger in his mouth had changed, become warmer, tastier, thicker, girthier even. He hummed in pleasure, which doubled in volume when he realized how good the vibrations felt. Obviously he recognized it for what it was and picked up the pace, head moving forwards and back at a rapid pace. He hollowed out his cheeks to increase the pressure for a few seconds, before slowing, and taking a few deep breaths through his nose. Next he eased the phantom cock forwards until it hit the back of his mouth. And then he pushed it a little further in, to the back of his throat.
The sensation was indescribable: even though he could only manage a few movements up and down before having to go back to sucking on it regularly, it still felt amazing to feel the deep throating on his own dick at the same time he did it to Frey. Switching it up a bit now, Loren let the god’s cock slip out of his mouth, but immediately licked up and down its entire length, once, twice, before letting his tongue swirl around the top, making sure to lavish attention on the extra sensitive head. Only when he’d properly tasted every piece of it did he start sucking on it again, eager and happy to please both the god and himself.
Then everything intensified, something he hadn’t thought possible. The tongues caressing his ass and balls and everything in between moved faster and rougher, the hands on his hips gripped tighter, and sounds filled his ears, the dirty words and beautiful renditions of his name sweeter than any music. He groaned and whined himself in response, a filthy and and sexual sound that he hadn’t known he was capable of making.
However, this might be the first time he was backed into a challenge: Frey grabbed the summoner’s back and pressed it down and then his hips and thrust them into the air for better access. The Launceleyn didn’t mind in the slightest, given the tongues that licked every inch of his ass to his balls, causing him to shiver at the delicious sensation. Indeed if he’d been able to speak, he would’ve babbled encouragement. But his mouth was otherwise occupied.
The finger in his mouth had changed, become warmer, tastier, thicker, girthier even. He hummed in pleasure, which doubled in volume when he realized how good the vibrations felt. Obviously he recognized it for what it was and picked up the pace, head moving forwards and back at a rapid pace. He hollowed out his cheeks to increase the pressure for a few seconds, before slowing, and taking a few deep breaths through his nose. Next he eased the phantom cock forwards until it hit the back of his mouth. And then he pushed it a little further in, to the back of his throat.
The sensation was indescribable: even though he could only manage a few movements up and down before having to go back to sucking on it regularly, it still felt amazing to feel the deep throating on his own dick at the same time he did it to Frey. Switching it up a bit now, Loren let the god’s cock slip out of his mouth, but immediately licked up and down its entire length, once, twice, before letting his tongue swirl around the top, making sure to lavish attention on the extra sensitive head. Only when he’d properly tasted every piece of it did he start sucking on it again, eager and happy to please both the god and himself.
Then everything intensified, something he hadn’t thought possible. The tongues caressing his ass and balls and everything in between moved faster and rougher, the hands on his hips gripped tighter, and sounds filled his ears, the dirty words and beautiful renditions of his name sweeter than any music. He groaned and whined himself in response, a filthy and and sexual sound that he hadn’t known he was capable of making.
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