Petras loosened his grip slightly, no longer yanking Astarionβs hair quite so hard. He pulled out, then thrust back in deeper.
βCome on, darling brother. Be a good boy.β
Petras grunted with pleasure as he slid all the way into the tight, pulsing throat and stayed there for a few moments.
βOh, rabbit, I knew youβd like that,β he rasped, finally beginning to move his hips in slow, shallow thrusts.
Astarion let out the most undignified sound. His scalp burned. His lips were stretched uncomfortably, his throat convulsing painfully. Unshed tears glinted in the corners of his eyes.
His initial, instinctive reaction, as always, was fear, primal and overwhelming.
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βAll it takes is getting fucked balls-deep, and suddenly youβre so obedientβ¦β
Petrasβ cold blood was running down his thighs, but Petras barely cared about the pain. The Head Elven Slut liked scratching him too, apparently, it was just an elf thing.
Petras grunted with pleasure as he slid all the way into the tight, pulsing throat and stayed there for a few moments.
βOh, rabbit, I knew youβd like that,β he rasped, finally beginning to move his hips in slow, shallow thrusts.
Astarion let out the most undignified sound. His scalp burned. His lips were stretched uncomfortably, his throat convulsing painfully. Unshed tears glinted in the corners of his eyes.
His initial, instinctive reaction, as always, was fear, primal and overwhelming.
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Astarion let out a frustrated growl. It was unbearably humiliating, being trapped like that under Petras of all people!
He freed one hand and slashed it across Petrasβ thigh in a wide arc, making sure to leave a cut.
βDirty pervert,β Astarion spat.