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Art by: Elfqueen
He didn't always like it safe, nice, it got boring.
No, he sometimes liked it a little different.
Blind, tied up, naked, being vulnerable gave him a thrill.
But trust was always there no matter how rough it got.
The feeling of being free gave him so much pleasure.
Not being in command, someone else being in control.
It started slowly, with the warm breath upon his skin from below.
Not knowing what would happen next.
The sharp wet tongue exploring, leaving trails of saliva.
Strong arms holding you in place so you can't move.
You want to thrust up in that hot mouth, but you can't for he has prevented it.
No, it is his night for he sets the pace, and decides whether you deserve it or not.
So evil, so good, so hot.
He finally feels pity for you and swallows you whole.
Moving at a frenzied pace, not making you catch your breath.
He has feasted on the decadent flesh and is full from the offering.
And you smile to yourself for you have fed him well.
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