The mewl that rippled from Ambrose's throat as Vine whispered and teased his skin was the most musical of whimpers. He had to bite into his lower lip to stop another one from erupting from him, the feeling of his lover's hot, large hand gripping his cock making the appendage
Yes, he did, but at the same time, he did not. Vine loved his little wife, needed him at his side, and ached when he was away. To return home and see his love so forlorn and lost without him was bittersweet. He knew, unlike those of his peers and subjects, that he was a choice
in his show until he could not take it anymore.
❝ Well, this part of you s-seems to have missed me at least, ❞ Rose teased, wiggling his hips. ❝ I can't believe you kept it from me for so long. Just s-so you 𝙢𝙢𝙢. . .just so you know, I will be taking every drop it can
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❛ gєíα sαs!
Sorry I was gone. But I wasn't doing nothing! My friends needed some relieving after keeping all that hot, sticky cum saved up in
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@FontaineCanine Rio, combined with the gentle hint of salt left on Rose's lips, made the half-nymph lick his lips.
❝ If you cannot accept my very generous terms, I guess we'll just have to stop right now so that 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 can focus on work. ❞
@FontaineCanine all over again. So, how about this?
I let you empty these down my innocent little throat, but you have to finish your work and get home if you want anything more. ❞
As he spoke, Rose lowered his head slightly to nudge Rio's balls with his lips. The clean, musky scent of
❝ N-no, ❞ Ambrose breathed as Vine kissed his neck, eliciting a shiver from the nymph. Gooseflesh rippled upon Rose's porcelain skin. A fresh, invisible plume of floral fragrance bloomed from the boy, like pollen disturbed by a butterfly's wings. ❝ After. . .After all this
For a moment, Vine just simply stared and admired. His arms were crossed, shoulder leaned against the wall. Ambrose never ceased to amaze him, and yes, he had been busy, hadn’t he? He couldn’t see him, but the entire space smelled like him, had his presence and his touch. The
ease some of the lonelier nights while Vine was out working.
And, lastly, she was a proud voyeur. Which Ambrose could respect. When they'd met at the bar one night, Rose had tipsily told her the plan and the demon was basically chomping at the bit to be a part of the