Not like that.”
Hauclir froze, trying to imagine what hellish torture awaited if this wasn’t what his lord wanted. Xxx “The lubricant.”
Malus paled and craned his neck to look at his retainer. He had no memory of asking for such an indecent thing. He was still lying there, lost in brackish thoughts and the melancholy of one who’s been fucked against their will, as Hauclir hastily cast his robes about himself and began making for the door. delicious acts before? “Lubricate your cock, dear, dear Hauclir.” Malus reeled at the words springing from his tongue. Never speak of this.”
Hauclir nodded. Whereas Hauclir had cut a bumbling figure, this one was skilled to a deathly level. The imaginary audience was in outright chaos, standing, shouting, laughing, rioting with pleasure.
