While Loren was busy quite literally pleasuring himself, the god slipped deeper into the folds of the Launceleyn. They wound themselves around his ribs, pulled the building tension out of his muscles, and invigorated every receptor on his cock, thighs, nipples, and lips so that he might experience everything fresh. Snaking through the cockles of his heart Frey worked their magic, for indeed it was magic and not merely mind-blowing sex, burying deep the cracks which had formed.
"Now for the big finale." Frey whispered, their voice echoing out from within Loren. It was then that the Launceleyn would find himself in a kaleidoscopic and metaphysically impossible sort of state. The ministrations of the cock in his mouth would indeed continue to be replicated on his own, but Loren would find the rest of his movements likewise had the same effect. He'd find his own hands suddenly on his own hips, the head of his cock snugly pressed against his ass. Like gods from other worlds, the summoner had as many hands and tongues as he liked. Like a sexual fractal spanning out into infinity, the summoner was free to do to himself and likewise be done in any manner he wished; with Frey coaxing it all along, of course.
"Now for the big finale." Frey whispered, their voice echoing out from within Loren. It was then that the Launceleyn would find himself in a kaleidoscopic and metaphysically impossible sort of state. The ministrations of the cock in his mouth would indeed continue to be replicated on his own, but Loren would find the rest of his movements likewise had the same effect. He'd find his own hands suddenly on his own hips, the head of his cock snugly pressed against his ass. Like gods from other worlds, the summoner had as many hands and tongues as he liked. Like a sexual fractal spanning out into infinity, the summoner was free to do to himself and likewise be done in any manner he wished; with Frey coaxing it all along, of course.
