And who is Tighnari to disappoint his dearest? His General Mahamatra? He comes, and he comes violently, choking out a groan against Cyno’s grasp, thick, white spurting from his tip, coating the head board, their blankets, their pillows. Cyno’s hand at his cock shakes every drop from him with each pull of his fingers, and Tighnari is completely beside himself with every pull of his fingers, his body aching and raw and spent, but floating in a blissful sea of sweet, sweet release, after being so brutally fucked.
He slumps forward, groaning still, gasping for breath as sweat and blood trickle between his shoulders. ]
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And who is Tighnari to disappoint his dearest? His General Mahamatra? He comes, and he comes violently, choking out a groan against Cyno’s grasp, thick, white spurting from his tip, coating the head board, their blankets, their pillows. Cyno’s hand at his cock shakes every drop from him with each pull of his fingers, and Tighnari is completely beside himself with every pull of his fingers, his body aching and raw and spent, but floating in a blissful sea of sweet, sweet release, after being so brutally fucked.
He slumps forward, groaning still, gasping for breath as sweat and blood trickle between his shoulders. ]
Cyno…gods, Cyno…
[ He is undone. ]