09-02-2024, 05:58 PM
Shy Narcissus was certainly comfortable with Camelia. If they wanted an audience, they succeeded in gaining one. The intensity of their passion spread the warmth of arousal within, but it was eclipsed only by the glow of smug satisfaction for a willing follower of orders.
His mind fell empty as he watched, his expression beneath the mask of a man bewitched. To that end, the ancient power twisted further around his form, conjuring, for the first time, the avatar of Voxel Adams' absurdly generic ken-doll features into the real world. He tugged the mask from his face revealing the false identity. In the same motion of dropping the mask, he tugged the zipper of his pants low to take himself out. Camelia’s approach won the fullness of his attention by then, and as chiseled as his generic his face, his eyes were dulled by the seduction of the moment.
He’d quite forgotten about Narcissus when Camelia knelt between his knees. Her serpent like features glowed sinister in the flickering light, and for a moment, a dash of fear crippled his resolve, only to be swiftly reanimated by her pleasures.
By all appearances, Voxel sank deeper into his place, only to suddenly gasp with an unexpected and immediate release. He eyed Camelia suspiciously, as though her bewitching was now a curse.
“I swear that doesn’t usually happen,” he said in his own voice. His eyes shifted toward Narcissus, lingering in the shadows of the staircase, her overlording and watchful eye settled somewhere between disdain and melodramatically sinister. He grumbled as he redressed himself.
The two women were in a hurry to leave, and as Jaxen donned his devilish mask, he had the sense that he’d been robbed.
His mind fell empty as he watched, his expression beneath the mask of a man bewitched. To that end, the ancient power twisted further around his form, conjuring, for the first time, the avatar of Voxel Adams' absurdly generic ken-doll features into the real world. He tugged the mask from his face revealing the false identity. In the same motion of dropping the mask, he tugged the zipper of his pants low to take himself out. Camelia’s approach won the fullness of his attention by then, and as chiseled as his generic his face, his eyes were dulled by the seduction of the moment.
He’d quite forgotten about Narcissus when Camelia knelt between his knees. Her serpent like features glowed sinister in the flickering light, and for a moment, a dash of fear crippled his resolve, only to be swiftly reanimated by her pleasures.
By all appearances, Voxel sank deeper into his place, only to suddenly gasp with an unexpected and immediate release. He eyed Camelia suspiciously, as though her bewitching was now a curse.
“I swear that doesn’t usually happen,” he said in his own voice. His eyes shifted toward Narcissus, lingering in the shadows of the staircase, her overlording and watchful eye settled somewhere between disdain and melodramatically sinister. He grumbled as he redressed himself.
The two women were in a hurry to leave, and as Jaxen donned his devilish mask, he had the sense that he’d been robbed.