Julian’s pulse quickened, amused beyond belief. This is new, he thought, his gaze lingering on the glowing runes around the hole. Stepping closer, he spoke, his voice low and confident.
"No eyes, huh? Guess I’ll have to make an impression another way."
Mara’s laugh was soft, almost predatory. "Oh, you will," she said, her fingers trailing around the outer part of the hole. "The question is... how long can you keep us impressed?"
Lira chuckled as well, leaning against the wall. "The village is waiting, Rael," she said, her tone a mix of challenge and invitation. "Show us that you’re more than just Kain’s son."
Julian smiled.
"So..." he murmured, "you want to undress..." He let the words hang in the air for few seconds. "...and slip my cock into this hole?"
He turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder at Mara and Lira.
Mara’s lips curled into a wicked, delighted smirk. "Unless you’re scared that the hole is too big."
Julian tilted his head. "Oh, it’ll fill it alright. Might even break a few runes if they’re not ready for ."
He reached down, gripping the edge of his shit and lifted it over his head. "Better pray the stone can handle what I’m packing."
Lira’s tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she leaned forward slightly. "Cocky already. Let’s see if your body can back those lips’ promises."
The shirt hit the floor and their eyes openly drank in the sight—his chest rising and falling with calm, rhythmic breaths, his abs hard with anticipation—each muscle defined under the flickering candlelight.
(his body transford by absorbing the mana)
"Like what you see?" Julian asked teasingly, his fingers already working with the waistband of his trousers. "Hope you’re both ready. I won’t hold back."
As the last of his clothes fell away, his cock swung free, already hard and glistening in the candlelight.
For a mont, there was complete silence.
No one dared to speak.
Then ca Mara’s voice in a breathless whisper. "Fuck... the gods were generous."
Julian chuckled, enjoying the dazzled expression that they had on their face. "You haven’t even seen the best part yet."
He stepped toward the hole, his cock in hand as he eyed the glowing runes. The veil fluttered slightly, and his lips curved into a sly grin.
"No nas, huh? I like that. No talk. Just worship."
He brushed the veil aside with the tip of his cock, letting it slide slowly into the darkness of the hole. The runes flared brighter as he did and his voice dropped, low and teasing.
"So, what now? My cock’s in. Aren’t you going to suck it?"
Lira raised a brow, her smile sharp and playful as she crossed her arms. "What makes you think we’re the ones doing it?"
Julian’s grin didn’t falter, his eyes burning onto hers. "Who else but a couple of sex-starved won like you?"
Mara let out a low chuckle, her gaze flicking to Lira. "He got us there, alright."
With that, Mara and Lira exchanged a glance, their smiles turning sly and mischievous. Without another word, they turned away and disappeared through a narrow passage hidden in the wall. The opening fluttered shut, leaving Julian alone, his cock still locked in the hole.
The air was thick with whatever was about to co, the silence broken only by the faint crackle of the candles and the soft hum of the runes.
Left alone, Julian had his hands braced against the stone wall, his body relaxed but alert. The darkness beyond the hole was silent, but he could sense sothing—a whisper of movent.
His cock twitched. "Co on, then," he murmured, his voice low and taunting, ant for whoever or whatever was on the other side. "Don’t keep waiting. I’m not here to play gas."
A soft, muffled laugh ca from beyond the wall, followed by the faintest touch of sothing warm and wet against the tip of his cock.
"Mmhh..." Julian’s breath hitched, but he kept his composure, his lips curling into a smirk. "That’s more like it."
The sensation ca again, stronger this ti. It was a slow, teasing lick along the tip of his cock that sent a jolt of heat through him. His fingers tightened against the stone, the runes flaring brighter as if responding to his rising pleasure.
The warmth —no— mouth, then suddenly closed around him, taking the head of his cock with a slow, teasing rhythm. Julian’s head tilted back, his eyes half-lidded as he let himself feel it, the heat and pressure building with every movent.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough. "You’re good at this. Hope you’re ready for what cos next."
Another laugh rang out, and the pace quickened, the mouth now working him with a hunger that matched the charged atmosphere of the room. The runes pulsed faster now, their red glow casting wild shadows across the room.
Julian’s breaths grew heavier, his hips shifting slightly as he leaned into the sensation. Whoever was on the other side, they knew exactly what they were doing, and it was driving him to the edge faster than he had expected.
But he wasn’t one to lose control so easily. He steadied himself, taking a deep breath.
"Slow down," he commanded. "I’m not so village boy who’ll finish in ten seconds. Make it last."
As if agreeing, the pace slowed to a torturous, deliberate tease—each move of her mouth drawing out his pleasure.
Julian’s smirk returned, his hands easing on the wall. "That’s better," he said. "Show what you’ve got."
Just as his body began to relax, a second warmth joined the first. The two worked together, their tongues licking and applying a dizzying dance of heat and pressure. One teased the tip while the other slid along the shaft, their rhythms perfectly synchronized.
"Yes... so good..." A low groan escaped his lips as the sensation doubled, the intensity spiking in an instant.
The two continued ferociously, their mouth working as if starved for hundreds of years.
"Fuck," Julian moaned, his hands gripping the stone wall harder again. "Two of you now? Greedy, aren’t you?"
A soft laugh ca again, and this ti Julian could tell—it was Mara.
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