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“Let’s do some business then, ey” said the mysterious man, undoing the buttons from his oversized trench coat
Among the items for sale was a small glass flask containing a dark red liquid labeled "herbal remedy." The deep shade of red evoking the rich hue of clotted blood.
What's that for? I asked, pointing at the flask.
"We like our herbs. They can heal a man or kill a man. They do it all."
Great, just what I need, another person giving me empty answers.
How much? I ask, trying to hide my growing annoyance.
For a moment, the man looked directly into my eyes, then looked around, as if what he was about to tell me was a secret. He moves closer to my face and says, "How about we make a deal, ey?" "On the house this time, the price can be worried about when you come back for more.
The man pulled an identical flask out of his breast pocket. He placed the flask in my hand. He wrapped my own fingers around it. It was much like a grandmother secretly giving money to her favorite grandchild.
But I warn you, stranger: only use it when you need it. This stuff doesn't come in often.
I collapsed at the church doors. I knew this mission wouldn't be easy, but I never guessed I'd be fighting giant monsters. I was out of first aid spray and weed. The only thing I had on me was the flask that merchant gave me. I was desperate, so I dragged myself to one of the seats to lie down. As I drank the entire thing in one gulp, I thought to myself, "This better be as good as it was hyped up to be"
It tasted horrible, like rotten blood mixed with battery acid. Immediately, my entire body felt flushed. The lights of the temple swirled and shifted hues. My withering depth perception made them look much closer than they were. The walls of the temple breathed and melted around me. I could hardly feel my body anymore.
The touch of my own hands felt alien, like I was touching someone else's, and the feeling of my own breath on my skin was intoxicating; I needed this feeling all over my body, my clothes had become heavy and limiting.
I looked around, keeping quiet for a minute. I wanted to make sure no one would interrupt this moment.
I gathered the courage to take off my shirt. I ran my fingers over my nipples. The soft touch made me moan. I covered my mouth, but it was useless. The feeling was addicting. I wanted—no, I needed—more.
I lowered my hands down to my waist, and started to undo my belt, my hands trembling, my movements were sluggish, I lowered my pants down to my knees.
I gazed down at my own erection, pulsing harder with each heartbeat. I closed my eyes and imagined how amazing it would feel to have somebody's mouth around my cock right now, their warm breath hitting my inner thighs, my hips gripped by their hands, and their tongue running up and down the shaft
I grasped my cock. The feeling of it pulsing in my hand made me the horniest I had ever been. The temple lights reflected on a glistening drop of precum, curving the light and making it swirl. The walls of the temple moved far away as they melted. My skin shifted and changed texture, and for a second, I could've sworn I saw a blurry Ashley Graham staring down from the second floor, but it was just a trick of the lights, this shit was melting my brain
I stared down for what felt like hours, the urge to stroke my cock became unbearable.
“I’ve come this far anyways” I muttered under my breath.
I placed my thumb on the tip and spread the glistening precum across it. My hands had a mind of their own, one slowly stroked my cock and the other pinch my nipples and pressed on my pecs.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back. With my eyes closed, I could see patterns of color—almost like fireworks—getting brighter with every stroke, every pinch, and every moan. I caught myself thrusting my hips forward. I was fucking my own hand. The pressure built up in my waist. My moaning became uncontrollable. This was the best feeling in the world.
Suddenly, I felt someone kiss my shoulder blade. The warmth and suction sent jolts of pleasure down my spine. I kept moving my hips, and my muscles grew more and more tense with each thrust, I was getting close
Their hand ran down my chest and down to my pulsing cock.
“I was hoping to find you here” Luis whispered into my ear. “But this is way better than I could’ve ever hoped for”
I felt my back arch and my hips lock into place. Luis picked up the pace, stroking my cock as I came. The feeling of his hand on my cock and his lips nibbling my earlobe was incredible. I was wrong; THIS was the best feeling in the world.
“Ostia, te has venido un monton” he said into my ear.