skewer had me on edge. The sheer size made me foretell pain. He stopped to look at me again.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

He reassured me with a light peck to my leg. I grinned back to his leisure. I could feel his pleasure maker at my cavernous entrance, poking, prodding, unsure what to do, until my face contorted suddenly at the lax breach of his meaty lance. His lance's tip migrated throughout my very core, inch by every slow inch, it made its way to my center. In shy due time, it had finally reached its destination. So full my body said to me, so warm and full. I let out a sigh of contentment as he rested on top of me to steal another lip clap. Deep and long was this spit play, he stopped to my entrails relaxing to the unusual visitor they had come to host.

"Ready?"

I nodded in agreement. Such a gentleman, this lover was of mine. Could I say that about him? My lover? My thoughts were jarred once more as I felt his spear unsheathing itself from me but stopped from completely brandishing it self. His pace was groggy at first, but soon enough he was imitating the Siberian Express. We we're sweating, panting at this exertion. The salty water from our bodies lightly dripping and mixing together, the smell of two men in heat permeates around my existence. My own sword, sharp and protruding, gushed its own clear syrup. He let go of my leg in turn to grab my weapon, gripping it firmly he timed his strokes with his thrusts. The rhythm he broke to tickle thoroughly the tip of my sword. He took time to kiss and lick my feet gently suckling on my digits. I was getting close again, building the tension once more, this time from the inside and out. Closer, yes. Closer bring me, please. Yes I can feel it, so tight. More, just a bit more, I thought.

There were no words for me anymore, just a cry of exaltation, and a salvo of milky white globs lobbing into the cool night air. Each shot landed a digressing distance than the previous, all over myself. What a mess, but what an exhilarating mess. However I felt that the play was not over as my sweet gentleman kept his pace. Had he not gotten off yet? It seemed not, his pace was still at full throttle.

"One more time..."

Inevitably he was good as his words. I did shoot once more, not as strong as the first two, but just if not more satisfying. He discharged all over me, decommissioning his soldiers to meet mine on the planes of my body. Profuse and sweaty, he collapsed onto my already disjunct vessel. Never had I been so fulfilled. I never wanted it to end. He started to roam my battlefield with his rasp gathering the fallen back to him. He kissed me once more, a long and deep passion. Tasting him and myself on my tongue, I had cried a silent tear in my mind. I didn't want this to end, but... I paused for a few and started to shift as to get up.

"Won't you stay?"

I could only be so rambunctiously happy in my mind, but I just grinned with nothing, on my mouth. His face was pensive, unknowing, waiting for my reply.

"If you don't mind."

Smiling, he replied somewhat