[ he jolts a little at Basch’s voice so close, having forgotten himself for long moments as he stared about the room, drawn into one scene after another, his gaze never able to settle in one place for too long before movement drew him on, elsewhere.
His eyes are still dazed and dark, lips parted as he wets them with the tip of his tongue, his breathing coming in soft, ragged pants now as he flushes. Tries to look away, but fails. Everywhere he looks, there’s another scene that somehow draws him in. Makes him squirm. Awakens hunger and curiosity as his body starts to crave what he sees. The touches, the mouths, the pleasure.
he shakes his head, but its impossible to tell if that’s in response to finding a favorite or Basch’s offer. Although the way his gaze continues to flit from one decadent scene to another, he hasn’t found any one sight to hold him, being too caught up in all of it.
The pet, bound and bent as he’s filled from behind and before, two lovers filling him from either end as they take their pleasure from his eager, hungry body. Another, on her knees, her master’s fingers latched tightly in her long hair as he moves her mouth around his cock, fucking deep into her mouth but the movements doing little to muffle the moans that Sylvain can hear from here. Another, bouncing on his master’s cock, another, a pair of pets latched onto their Mistress’ breasts as she reclines and plays between their legs.
All of it is acts so scandalous and debaucherous that most Faerghan sensibilities would have swooned in a pile of petticoats by now. He hadn’t, but he was visibly flushed red.
And his cock was growing harder by the minute, the visible evidence of his arousal impossible to ignore now. ]
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His eyes are still dazed and dark, lips parted as he wets them with the tip of his tongue, his breathing coming in soft, ragged pants now as he flushes. Tries to look away, but fails. Everywhere he looks, there’s another scene that somehow draws him in. Makes him squirm. Awakens hunger and curiosity as his body starts to crave what he sees. The touches, the mouths, the pleasure.
he shakes his head, but its impossible to tell if that’s in response to finding a favorite or Basch’s offer. Although the way his gaze continues to flit from one decadent scene to another, he hasn’t found any one sight to hold him, being too caught up in all of it.
The pet, bound and bent as he’s filled from behind and before, two lovers filling him from either end as they take their pleasure from his eager, hungry body. Another, on her knees, her master’s fingers latched tightly in her long hair as he moves her mouth around his cock, fucking deep into her mouth but the movements doing little to muffle the moans that Sylvain can hear from here. Another, bouncing on his master’s cock, another, a pair of pets latched onto their Mistress’ breasts as she reclines and plays between their legs.
All of it is acts so scandalous and debaucherous that most Faerghan sensibilities would have swooned in a pile of petticoats by now. He hadn’t, but he was visibly flushed red.
And his cock was growing harder by the minute, the visible evidence of his arousal impossible to ignore now. ]