04-11-2009, 10:35 PM
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Mahlouks large ears twitched when he listened to the mans words, but he didn't react to them. How could he? The feel of a hard large body under him was making it hard to think. Every time he moved his body tightened remembering what it had felt that one night. Moaning lightly he did finally start to listen to what Jazz was saying. "I-I don't --want---you." His blue eyes were closed as his own deep voice came to his ears. It was husky and needy, making him cringe at how horribly pathetic he sounded. He hadn't even begged for the preists in his last tribe to stop when they had carved him and saterized those wounds, but here he was all but begging this male to give him release from this craving. |
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