[ He most definitely remembers the terms of their verbal “contract,” but he’s not in much shape to argue, is he? It’s not like he minds giving that up anyway, although Kleken might be disappointed that he’s not really as virile as, say, someone like Wriothesley.
But why think of another man when there are tentacles groping his ass now, Baizhu inadvertently squeezing on the tentacle in his grasp a little too hard before letting it go, trying not to think of how hot and heavy his breaths are, of how he’s pressing into Kleken as he rides out these terribly alien and actually kind of scary sensations.
Those tentacles that had attacked him in his suite before had been somewhat insubstantial in comparison—a mere facsimile of Osial, but Kleken…he might as well have been one of the old gods Morax had defeated thousands of years ago, risen again to take his vengeance…
Anyway, he’s going to start unbuttoning that absurd shirt Kleken has on, his hand shaky as he tries to focus on this one mundane task in the midst of gross slimy creatures feeling him up all over, the contrast of cool tentacles to his overheated skin nearly driving him out of his mind with want. ]
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[ He most definitely remembers the terms of their verbal “contract,” but he’s not in much shape to argue, is he? It’s not like he minds giving that up anyway, although Kleken might be disappointed that he’s not really as virile as, say, someone like Wriothesley.
But why think of another man when there are tentacles groping his ass now, Baizhu inadvertently squeezing on the tentacle in his grasp a little too hard before letting it go, trying not to think of how hot and heavy his breaths are, of how he’s pressing into Kleken as he rides out these terribly alien and actually kind of scary sensations.
Those tentacles that had attacked him in his suite before had been somewhat insubstantial in comparison—a mere facsimile of Osial, but Kleken…he might as well have been one of the old gods Morax had defeated thousands of years ago, risen again to take his vengeance…
Anyway, he’s going to start unbuttoning that absurd shirt Kleken has on, his hand shaky as he tries to focus on this one mundane task in the midst of gross slimy creatures feeling him up all over, the contrast of cool tentacles to his overheated skin nearly driving him out of his mind with want. ]