[Of all the memories he had of his master, this was certainly one he planned to keep and treasure. There was something warming that had nothing to do with his own aching cock to see him driven so wild in a way that didn't involve any wailing or teeth gnashing that weren't his own.
It's such a rare treat that Adar actually smiles when the Maia beneath him goes right back to being demanding. Clearly not well fucked enough to keep him from spouting off orders for more than a moment. And what can one do with their master but comply?
Adar actually gives it a few more strokes, teasing him like he wasn't going to do what he was told again before he pulls his fingers free of him and positions his cock at his entrance then pushes inside him in one smooth movement that nearly bows him over into his master's chest with an almost primaeval moan for how good it feels after so long of going untouched.
His pause is but a moment in length as he gathers his wits back to him and then he moves, not the slow and gentle fucking he might have done for anyone else but matching the pace his hand had kept before, his hand supporting him now as his hips roll ceaselessly, certainly not prepared to meet his own pleasure first, though keeping himself from it is a task that has his lip pressed white between his teeth and a drip of black blood falling in his own mouth.]
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It's such a rare treat that Adar actually smiles when the Maia beneath him goes right back to being demanding. Clearly not well fucked enough to keep him from spouting off orders for more than a moment. And what can one do with their master but comply?
Adar actually gives it a few more strokes, teasing him like he wasn't going to do what he was told
againbefore he pulls his fingers free of him and positions his cock at his entrance then pushes inside him in one smooth movement that nearly bows him over into his master's chest with an almost primaeval moan for how good it feels after so long of going untouched.His pause is but a moment in length as he gathers his wits back to him and then he moves, not the slow and gentle fucking he might have done for anyone else but matching the pace his hand had kept before, his hand supporting him now as his hips roll ceaselessly, certainly not prepared to meet his own pleasure first, though keeping himself from it is a task that has his lip pressed white between his teeth and a drip of black blood falling in his own mouth.]