"Jamal, please," Xaloc panted.
"Please what?" Jamal asked nonchalantly.
"Just f*cking fuck me already." Xaloc all but shouted.
Jamal pulled out his sword, there was a flash of light before it vanished once more, a tub in Jamal's hand.
"As you wish, my Lord!"
Jamal grinned and Xamoc gasped as a lone finger slipped between his cheeks to rub at his hole, the slippery lube against his pucker effectively short-circuiting his brain.
Xaloc's eyes rolled back slightly, as a second finger joined the first, stretching him out from the inside pushing him further apart, plunging down and down until he shuddered.
"Ah!" Xaloc spread his legs wider when a third breached him soon after. His body felt as though it were on fire and the only way to sate the heat was to let go. His hips were moving on their own, thrusting into the air, his hands gripping the sheets so tight.
