He should have forced himself on Yasmir, given her a cock Bruglir could never hope to harden in his wildest of dreams. The flames of desire showed him the image of a prostate Hauclir, his pink arsehole puckered and afraid of the mighty pounding it was about to take. xxnx tv His fragile spirit joined in with the sickly cheering. T’zarkan’s eel-like tendrils coiled nastily about him. It was now that he looked up, eyes ablaze, and remembered that he was not alone. His cautious breathing gave way to wet panting. “The private goods.”
“Speak clearly man!”
Hauclir took a deep breath. You were a fool, Malus, T’zarkan continued, to think you could drown me out with your alcohol or your Druchii concoctions. He’d withstood the cruel torture of Drachaus, Valkhaurs and his own sweet siblings; he wasn’t about to shame himself with an expression of weakness before T’zarkan. He tried to remember how he’d seen the whores and slaves pleasure each other. His cautious breathing gave way to wet panting. “Lube yourself.” Malus enjoyed the frenzied revelry raging at the back of his head. The flesh house owner would be expecting a generous fee for the cleaning that her slaves would be required to perform the following morning.
