Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires
Two tongues now, lapping and teasing his hole open, rimmed and worshipped until he was shaking, panting, hips jerking helplessly in the gods’ grip.
“You’ll take us all,” said the fire god, dragging his cock along Kael’s lips. “One by one. Together. We’ll stretch you.”
Kael’s mouth opened. His body betrayed every sacred oath. His tongue flicked out, tasting the first of them. Salty, hot, divine.
The fire god groaned, threading his fingers through Kael’s hair and forcing him deeper, slowly, inch by inch.
“Yes,” he growled. “That’s it, little priest. Open your throat.”
And beneath him, behind him, inside him, the gods devoured.
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