Dear Brags
[Basically brags is sitting comfortably in a wooden high-backed chair with his arms on the armrests and his pants undone, looking down at Mage on his knees sucking him off while Shellie is feeding on him.]
The werewolf looks up at the man gazing down at him with an expression of needy bliss, not bothering to stifle any of the desperate, embarrassing noises the creature assaulting his body is prompting. His tongue lolls out shamelessly against the man’s shaft as he moans and whimpers through hitching breath against him, rubbing it worshipfully over each of the metal beads ending the piercings in his lover’s flesh. Occasional tremors rock his body as he hits his peak and has full orgasm denied to him again by his master’s familiar, his legs spread and held apart in the doggy position behind him by the hungry monster encasing his cock in cool gel and invading his body with a pair of twined tentacles. The look on the man’s face keeps his eyes there, staring up at him from his knees with his mouth against the mage’s pierced cock and his arms draped over his thighs like a begging dog. He nuzzles the organ drunkenly, kissing the leaking head, and opens his mouth to take it inside, only to have a firm hand cup his throat and squeeze gently in denial, keeping him in sexual limbo until he atones for interrupting his master’s important business with his base needs earlier. The man’s thumb presses against his lips and he parts them to accept it, allowing his mouth to be held open with his tongue pressed down while he drools and whines helplessly, wordlessly begging for his reward and the feeling of the powerful warlord’s heavily augmented cock finally bringing him temporary release from his fall rut. Another powerful tremor rocks him and he grunts out a sob against him, finally murmuring an earnest plea into his skin. The hand against him squeezes again softly and then lets go to pet over his hair; the monster is shooed away from him at long last and he gladly lets himself be coaxed into his master’s lap to sink down on his hard arousal and tremble against him. His body’s overwhelming need is more than enough to keep him vice-tight and clenching around his hard cock and heated piercings, and a minute of quivering penetration and heated kissing is all it takes to bring them both to completion. His master’s hand strokes him through the end of his orgasm and aftershocks that seem to go on forever, the other cupping his face while their kissing slows and he gradually winds down, breathing words of devotion against his master’s lips.
The werewolf looks up at the man gazing down at him with an expression of needy bliss, not bothering to stifle any of the desperate, embarrassing noises the creature assaulting his body is prompting. His tongue lolls out shamelessly against the man’s shaft as he moans and whimpers through hitching breath against him, rubbing it worshipfully over each of the metal beads ending the piercings in his lover’s flesh. Occasional tremors rock his body as he hits his peak and has full orgasm denied to him again by his master’s familiar, his legs spread and held apart in the doggy position behind him by the hungry monster encasing his cock in cool gel and invading his body with a pair of twined tentacles. The look on the man’s face keeps his eyes there, staring up at him from his knees with his mouth against the mage’s pierced cock and his arms draped over his thighs like a begging dog. He nuzzles the organ drunkenly, kissing the leaking head, and opens his mouth to take it inside, only to have a firm hand cup his throat and squeeze gently in denial, keeping him in sexual limbo until he atones for interrupting his master’s important business with his base needs earlier. The man’s thumb presses against his lips and he parts them to accept it, allowing his mouth to be held open with his tongue pressed down while he drools and whines helplessly, wordlessly begging for his reward and the feeling of the powerful warlord’s heavily augmented cock finally bringing him temporary release from his fall rut. Another powerful tremor rocks him and he grunts out a sob against him, finally murmuring an earnest plea into his skin. The hand against him squeezes again softly and then lets go to pet over his hair; the monster is shooed away from him at long last and he gladly lets himself be coaxed into his master’s lap to sink down on his hard arousal and tremble against him. His body’s overwhelming need is more than enough to keep him vice-tight and clenching around his hard cock and heated piercings, and a minute of quivering penetration and heated kissing is all it takes to bring them both to completion. His master’s hand strokes him through the end of his orgasm and aftershocks that seem to go on forever, the other cupping his face while their kissing slows and he gradually winds down, breathing words of devotion against his master’s lips.