[Adar had been convinced for centuries that his fëa, his form in the unseen was as sullied and marred as his flesh. So much so that he did his best not to think about it rather than risk finding out that it was true. He grumbles a wordless complaint at being turned away from the lips that he wanted so badly. he feels centuries younger and lighter, just by looking like he once had, by feeling at home in his own skin again.
His cock's ardour had been cooled by the pain and then rekindled by his excitement, but it is his words that sneak along his skin and hug at his cock before his hand ever comes nearer. He swallows and nods.] Please, my Lord.
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His cock's ardour had been cooled by the pain and then rekindled by his excitement, but it is his words that sneak along his skin and hug at his cock before his hand ever comes nearer. He swallows and nods.] Please, my Lord.