A Better Deal

Frey smiled. They liked a man who could take a bit of direction. With a sultry exhale, Bastien's mind would be filled with a treasure trove of images that would make his previous fantasies seem like mere picto-graphs compared to the lifelike figures that now danced behind his eyes. Indeed his body would feel the imaginings of his mind: tongues and teeth and hands and bodies of every size and colour that he might wish. "You want to be found." Frey purred amidst Bastien's pumping. "You want your curse to be lifted." They continued. "But you have brought me nothing, and stand here cock in hand." Close to climax now, Bastien would find his hand suddenly immovable, his fingers an circle around throbbing flesh that ached for release. "I have said already that I don't care about your games with Safrin hun. Your curse is your problem not mine. As for being found? I don't believe that for a second. You don't want to be found. You want to be seen. Elevated." Striding forwards, Frey stood right before Bastien, the twitching tip of his cock nearly touching their navel. "Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me this play has a new ending and I might be interested."