It is the last hour of the daytime. The light orange ray of the setting sun penetrated through the cracks of the wooden window of a certain earthhouse. Illuminating a small part of the house. This house is small with nothing but a bed and a few wooden chairs. The inside was dim but a single silhouette could be seen sitting on a bed made of dried grass.
"Agh, agh, ahhh," a low masculine grunt could be heard from this man. Xagrien, a young and handsome moon elf moved his hand faster, trying to find the ecstasy that he is looking for. Low gasps born from the ticklish sensation in his angry manhood resonated in the entirety of the room.
His mind was focused on the pleasure that he is giving to himself, totally blocking off the searing pain in his back.
Pleasuring himself is the only way to keep his sanity amidst the weakness and pain that he is feeling. Because if he loses himself, the damage would be irreparable.
