CW: tentacle-- no, dark tendrils play ><
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Jillian's breath hitched on his throat as he sensed the dark tendril crept closer to… to the rim of his hole, rubbing and smearing the wetness around the wrinkly muscles. "Izher!"
"What?" Izher replied leisurely. "Haven't you heard of foreplay before?"
Jillian wasn't so inexperienced that he hadn't heard of that word before! Even though his whole life had consisted of wars, official meetings and his duty as a Duke for general, he had also gone through a period of time in his life when he was the most curious and eager to explore every part of his body! But that wasn't what he meant by the question. What he wanted to know was, why was Izher the one who had to prepare him for… for what was to come?!
