amun
Amun was walking a careful line. Or guiding a careful fuck. Whatever. Well, actually, he was doing two balancing acts at the same time: first, he was trying not to take too much blood while still keeping the pleasure going for both of them and second he was trying to move his ass to give the other man a better fuck without the Ascended moving his head and cutting deeper into the stranger’s wrist.
The potter got the hang of it eventually, though it was hard to maintain the longer it went on. He also wasn’t paying all that much attention to how quickly his ass was moving, and given that it was night, unbeknownst to him his speed was being boosted to levels he’d never reached before. However, the other man would be sure to notice. All the Ascended knew, however, was that this might be the best fuck of his life. And he didn’t even need his own dick for it.
Maybe his new form wasn’t so bad after all.
The potter got the hang of it eventually, though it was hard to maintain the longer it went on. He also wasn’t paying all that much attention to how quickly his ass was moving, and given that it was night, unbeknownst to him his speed was being boosted to levels he’d never reached before. However, the other man would be sure to notice. All the Ascended knew, however, was that this might be the best fuck of his life. And he didn’t even need his own dick for it.
Maybe his new form wasn’t so bad after all.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
