there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
Good news: they’d succeeded in securing the pathway to the portal in the Spire. Bad news: shit had gone done on both a personal and political level. While the pathway to Halo was open, somehow Loren felt as if his troubles were just beginning. There was a man who claimed to be Neron, and who claimed mage glass didn’t exist. Zariah was out there somewhere. And something had gone down between Wessex and Jigano, because the queen had stepped through the portal and the snake had been gone when the summoner returned.So that was fun.
All in all, Loren decided he’d earned some stress relief. So he retreated to the bedroom that he’d reclaimed and locked the door behind him. Wasting no time, he stripped off his clothing and practically collapsed onto the bed. Thankfully, images of Abasi (and a few of the threesome the Launceleyn had participated in) made him hard rather quickly. He licked his hand, then stroked up and down on his shaft. It was slow at first, but rapidly picked up speed. After a while, he licked the fingers of his free hand, then shifted so his legs were in the air. Inserting one finger, he hissed at the pain. Then, he breathed deeply until he forced his ass muscles to relax.
Then he slid his finger in and out until he could add a second. A third. And then he shifted his angle until he found that sensitive spot within himself. All the while he’d been jerking off, and at the pressure from within and without, his vision practically whited out as he came with a wild cry. Ropes of his cum splashed onto his chest, and he lay there in blissful release for just a moment. Then he sighed, and cleaned himself up.
Time to figure his shit out.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
