[ Alhaitham's hunger is growing ever more fervent, and Aether is beginning to find himself caught in its sway. The hands on his thighs, the hardness rubbing into his own, teasing him, trapping a moan at the back of his throat until a fresh roll of Alhaitham's hips coaxes it out of him — Aether feels heat stirring low in his belly, driving him to newer and more desecrated ends.
The dancer shivers, surrendering to baser impulses. No celestial indulgence from beyond the stars ever felt quite like this. ]
An easy wish to fulfill... ah...
[ Being the target of Alhaitham's undivided focus, feeling pinned down by those startling turquoise eyes — it's an unrivaled experience, uniquely thrilling each and every time it happens.
The palace whispers claim that Aether has enchanted the prince, but the reality is that the celestial being is the one who feels ensnared. With a soft gasp, Aether finds himself pulled into Alhaitham's lap proper, blessed by friction intense enough to make his world spin and his thighs tremble. The storyteller attempts to stifle another moan, to no avail: another thrust from Alhaitham's strong hips sends pleasure ricocheting between Aether's pussy and his cock, an tantalizing mix of sensations — something that only Alhaitham has given him, and that only Alhaitham will ever give him. ]
You are so tempting... My king, my gorgeous sinner...
[ With his eyes fixed on Alhaitham's, Aether reaches towards his groin, where his panties have been secured via a side-tie that sits high on his hips. He undoes these, lets the garment fall between their legs once it's undone; the fabric shines with moisture, tangible proof that Aether's arousal has been earned more than twice over by his prince. ]
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The dancer shivers, surrendering to baser impulses. No celestial indulgence from beyond the stars ever felt quite like this. ]
An easy wish to fulfill... ah...
[ Being the target of Alhaitham's undivided focus, feeling pinned down by those startling turquoise eyes — it's an unrivaled experience, uniquely thrilling each and every time it happens.
The palace whispers claim that Aether has enchanted the prince, but the reality is that the celestial being is the one who feels ensnared. With a soft gasp, Aether finds himself pulled into Alhaitham's lap proper, blessed by friction intense enough to make his world spin and his thighs tremble. The storyteller attempts to stifle another moan, to no avail: another thrust from Alhaitham's strong hips sends pleasure ricocheting between Aether's pussy and his cock, an tantalizing mix of sensations — something that only Alhaitham has given him, and that only Alhaitham will ever give him. ]
You are so tempting... My king, my gorgeous sinner...
[ With his eyes fixed on Alhaitham's, Aether reaches towards his groin, where his panties have been secured via a side-tie that sits high on his hips. He undoes these, lets the garment fall between their legs once it's undone; the fabric shines with moisture, tangible proof that Aether's arousal has been earned more than twice over by his prince. ]
How was I ever meant to resist you?