Hephaestus dragged his hands down, and his thumbs teased next along the softer skin around my puckering. I’d never been with someone so strong, so large, a giant who could leave me broken and weeping on the rocky shores like a thousand tales of ogres. He evoked the look and presence of a brute, but his touch… his touch had yet to match that. His roughened hands, lightly callused, remained gentle, upward to my knees, thumbs grazing my sac again, and then down, low, and inward to circle my entrance. He repeated the cycle. Again. Again. Like all he wanted was to see whether my cock responded to
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