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Amun chuckled wickedly. ”I sure did. But I’m new here. While I’m glad I was able to alleviate your boredom, surely it was something a bit more serious than that.” As J began to talk about fucking mermaids, however, the Ascended narrowed his eyes slightly. For some strange reason, he thought the other man might, just might be telling the truth. Maybe it was because Amun had been a sailor once upon a time, but still, the implications of that would be staggering. ”I don’t know, how many mermaid asses did you fuck? And how many times do you want to fuck a stranger who sucks your blood’s ass?” There was a flirtatious tone to the potter’s voice, sure, but he was genuinely curious to hear the answers to all his questions.
”Oh? What places would those be?” Maybe forcing J to carry on with the explanation would be a bit cruel, but Amun wasn’t above teasing under the best of circumstances. Still, to make it up to the other man, the potter’s finger made their way all the way up to J’s inner thigh, where they began to trace slow shapes and symbols. ”Let’s see if our luck holds then.” It seemed to be going well enough, though Amun didn’t know if either of them were serious about a round three.
Now the Ascended grinned wickedly. ”Let’s just say they usually had something else on their minds.” And something else in their bodies, or in the potter’s. Again Amun wasn’t particularly picky about the source of pleasure, so long as there was, indeed pleasure.
”Oh? What places would those be?” Maybe forcing J to carry on with the explanation would be a bit cruel, but Amun wasn’t above teasing under the best of circumstances. Still, to make it up to the other man, the potter’s finger made their way all the way up to J’s inner thigh, where they began to trace slow shapes and symbols. ”Let’s see if our luck holds then.” It seemed to be going well enough, though Amun didn’t know if either of them were serious about a round three.
Now the Ascended grinned wickedly. ”Let’s just say they usually had something else on their minds.” And something else in their bodies, or in the potter’s. Again Amun wasn’t particularly picky about the source of pleasure, so long as there was, indeed pleasure.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
