He was early – he’d been waiting for this moment for years, in a way – and he was far too scared, too exhilarated, to be late. The man. Xnx Or, to give him his full title, Sarachan The Endless. His shoulderblades stood out from his back, tendons making hard ropes under his skin. He was tall, dark. Sarachan could feel Brentt’s heartrate increasing, and bit his neck harder, tasting him, until he felt Brentt buck and twitch violently in his hand, felt the warm wet of his essence as it spilt on the clearing floor, and knew his own end was inevitable
His breath rasping against Brentt’s shoulder, he drove in one final time, emptying himself into the man, the release as exquisite as the taste of his blood.
Actors:
Blanche Bradburry
