He'd cum for this man, this monster, twice now. Twice within a single evening, within the same damnable hour, indeed as easily as any desperate needy slut might. X'rhun's hips stilled as Tseng milked every last drop from him, his head falling to the side as his chest heaved with every breath. Still the image burned in his head, little silver rings pierced through rosy nipples, glinting with every inward breath. He didn't have to see it to know what he looked like.
Tseng's fingers slid free of him, and for a moment, he hated how empty he felt, and he hated acknowledging it. The miqo'te shut his eyes, perhaps believing that after a second climax, surely the man might see fit to let him recuperate. Instead, however, into his lubed and prepared hole slipped the slim plug, nudging up nice and firm against his overstimulated prostate. That alone was enough to drag a gentle, keening moan from him, jerking his hips at the intrusion and knowing there was nothing he could do of it now. Just setting his hips back against the table caused it to press into him just a little more, and Tseng was treated to the sight of him trying to ease himself back down little by little, shaking and jerking each time his ass met the chair until he could at last fully settle again.
Whore. All those promises he'd made, all those declarations, threats, demands, all ash. Whore, no longer a warrior, barely even a person. The only response Tseng would get would be the sound of a few, quiet sobs, as the cum from his second climax was wiped away, before he'd plead brokenly, "Take... take it out... take it out, please... please, please don't... leave me like this... Please, please-" Overstimulated to the point of pain, he chased the sweet distraction of agony, "Split me, take me, anything, don't leave me like this..."
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Tseng's fingers slid free of him, and for a moment, he hated how empty he felt, and he hated acknowledging it. The miqo'te shut his eyes, perhaps believing that after a second climax, surely the man might see fit to let him recuperate. Instead, however, into his lubed and prepared hole slipped the slim plug, nudging up nice and firm against his overstimulated prostate. That alone was enough to drag a gentle, keening moan from him, jerking his hips at the intrusion and knowing there was nothing he could do of it now. Just setting his hips back against the table caused it to press into him just a little more, and Tseng was treated to the sight of him trying to ease himself back down little by little, shaking and jerking each time his ass met the chair until he could at last fully settle again.
Whore. All those promises he'd made, all those declarations, threats, demands, all ash. Whore, no longer a warrior, barely even a person. The only response Tseng would get would be the sound of a few, quiet sobs, as the cum from his second climax was wiped away, before he'd plead brokenly, "Take... take it out... take it out, please... please, please don't... leave me like this... Please, please-" Overstimulated to the point of pain, he chased the sweet distraction of agony, "Split me, take me, anything, don't leave me like this..."