You think I wouldn't enjoy breaking your body, too? It's simply a means to an end.
[ Childe definitely knows what he's doing; it shows in the way his grip slackens, fingers curling loosely around the limp flesh as though cradling something precious in hand. Fingertips trace him from base to tip, then go back to coiling around his shift like the amorous embrace of a snake.
As he speaks, he starts pumping him, the friction perhaps unwanted but still given nonetheless. ]
I will break you open on my cock, if need be. It's only the first step, my Zolotse... for what use is gold if not be melded down, formed into something much more precious? Gold on its own, unrefined, has value, but not nearly as treasured as what it could be molded into.
[ Fingers curve as Childe reaches, cupping at his balls for a moment and squeezing them affectionately. ]
You have a warrior's spirit, and my greatest thrills have only ever been felt on the battlefield. I hope that you will fight me every step of the way. Nothing would give me greater joy.
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[ Childe definitely knows what he's doing; it shows in the way his grip slackens, fingers curling loosely around the limp flesh as though cradling something precious in hand. Fingertips trace him from base to tip, then go back to coiling around his shift like the amorous embrace of a snake.
As he speaks, he starts pumping him, the friction perhaps unwanted but still given nonetheless. ]
I will break you open on my cock, if need be. It's only the first step, my Zolotse... for what use is gold if not be melded down, formed into something much more precious? Gold on its own, unrefined, has value, but not nearly as treasured as what it could be molded into.
[ Fingers curve as Childe reaches, cupping at his balls for a moment and squeezing them affectionately. ]
You have a warrior's spirit, and my greatest thrills have only ever been felt on the battlefield. I hope that you will fight me every step of the way. Nothing would give me greater joy.