there's light at the edge of the darkness
Well there was something called a mind fuck for a reason. This just happened to be more literal than most.
Suddenly both Loren and Frey were everywhere, at least on and in the Launceleyn’s body. Or at least, he was suddenly more present than before. On top of that, every sense went intent overdrive, and his mind and body were practically on fire with pleasure. Whatever they had done to create this state, the summoner wasn’t going to complain. Indeed, he kept his mouth moving on...his dick? Frey’s dick? didn’t matter, it felt good, but his right hand slid down his chest to grip the base of his cock. He started stroking it slowly, wanting this moment to last.
However, as he felt his own dick slid against his ass he let out a little whimper. Without hesitation, he thrust his hips forward; though it stung, and he had to force himself to relax against the pain, he inched forward slowly but steadily. After all, he would always recover and FUCK he was tight and hot and felt fucking fantastic. Well, it had been a while, so he supposed that was to be expected.
Then he was all the way in, and he breathed a sigh of relief and desire. But there was still work to be done. Pulling out, he adjusted his angle, before slowly plunging back in. Again, and again, and again, until finally he hit a spot that caused him to throw back his head and his toes to curl and his back to arch.
Even now, though, he was thinking too small. His free left hand came up to pinch at his nipple, but there was more, still more he could do, and oh how he wanted it all. Another hand pinched his other nipple, while teeth nipped at his neck and nibbled at his earlobes, and tongues and mouths licked and sucked on his balls. All the while, he kept sucking and stroking his own dick and fucking his own ass, heat reaching a fever pitch as he picked up the pace everywhere.
It was indescribably, mind-blowingly, fucking amazing. Or amazing fucking, really.
Suddenly both Loren and Frey were everywhere, at least on and in the Launceleyn’s body. Or at least, he was suddenly more present than before. On top of that, every sense went intent overdrive, and his mind and body were practically on fire with pleasure. Whatever they had done to create this state, the summoner wasn’t going to complain. Indeed, he kept his mouth moving on...his dick? Frey’s dick? didn’t matter, it felt good, but his right hand slid down his chest to grip the base of his cock. He started stroking it slowly, wanting this moment to last.
However, as he felt his own dick slid against his ass he let out a little whimper. Without hesitation, he thrust his hips forward; though it stung, and he had to force himself to relax against the pain, he inched forward slowly but steadily. After all, he would always recover and FUCK he was tight and hot and felt fucking fantastic. Well, it had been a while, so he supposed that was to be expected.
Then he was all the way in, and he breathed a sigh of relief and desire. But there was still work to be done. Pulling out, he adjusted his angle, before slowly plunging back in. Again, and again, and again, until finally he hit a spot that caused him to throw back his head and his toes to curl and his back to arch.
Even now, though, he was thinking too small. His free left hand came up to pinch at his nipple, but there was more, still more he could do, and oh how he wanted it all. Another hand pinched his other nipple, while teeth nipped at his neck and nibbled at his earlobes, and tongues and mouths licked and sucked on his balls. All the while, he kept sucking and stroking his own dick and fucking his own ass, heat reaching a fever pitch as he picked up the pace everywhere.
It was indescribably, mind-blowingly, fucking amazing. Or amazing fucking, really.
loren
