翻译了一下四个小图包里面的一个，放到最后面了，虽然很想多翻译一些但是实在没那个精力，而且基本上是看图写话了，主要是作者大部分图包都是受视角，题材也比较单一，所以看多了有些大同小异的感觉，加上剧情都非常短，总是让人忍不住自由发挥往上加戏，不过你们会原谅我的

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_0_SS_UMBRA
_0_SS_OBSIDIAN
_1_ORCLOVE（ANIMATION）
Prologue
Narration: Fenris sprawls across his creaky tavern bed, the dim glow of a single candle casting shadows over his sweat-slicked body. His hand moves furiously, stroking himself, chasing a release that will never fully satisfy him. A month has passed since that night in the orc camp, and the memory clings to him like a fever, the way the orcs claimed him, strapped him to their chief’s massive body. Every night, he seeks out tavern hunks, begging them to take him, but none match the primal intensity he craves.
Fenris: “Fuck…”
Narration: His voice trembles as he reaches a quick, hollow release. A flicker of sadness crosses his flushed face as he stares at the ceiling, the ache in his core unrelenting.
Fenris: "Why am I like this? I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t crave being their fucktoy."
Narration: His thoughts spiral, but the truth is undeniable. He misses the orc chief’s overwhelming presence, the way he filled and owned him. No amount of self-pleasure can sate his hunger.
Fenris: "I have to go back. I need them."

Scene 1: The Encounter
Narration: The forest hums with the sounds of night, its shadows thick as Fenris ventures deeper, his heart pounding with fear and anticipation. He follows the faint glow of a campfire, boots crunching against the underbrush. The orc camp lies ahead, but it’s empty, just smoldering embers and scattered crates. Disappointment twists in his gut.
Fenris: "Maybe they’re gone for good…"
Torvak: “Lost, little guy?”
Narration: A deep, gravelly voice rumbles from behind, sending a jolt through Fenris’s spine. He spins around, stumbling back, eyes wide as they lock onto Torvak, a hulking orc with rippling muscles and a tiny leather loincloth barely containing his massive bulge.
Fenris: “Aargh! Wha… I… uh… I’m looking for the orc chief.”
Narration: Fenris stammers, his voice barely a whisper, cheeks burning as he averts his gaze from Torvak’s piercing stare.
Torvak: “What? You think you can just waltz in here and demand to see our chief? You got a death wish or something?”
Narration: In one fluid motion, Torvak closes the distance, slamming Fenris against the rough bark of a tree. His massive hand pin Fenris’s wrists above his head, his body pressing close, radiating heat. The orc’s raw, musky scent floods Fenris’s senses, making his knees weak.
Fenris: “P-please… I’m not a hunter or a mercenary… I’ve been here before. I just… I need to see him.”
Torvak: “Oh, so you know what we do to pretty little prey like you, don’t you? You know how we break boys like you, how we make you scream.”
Narration: Torvak’s lips curl into a wicked grin, his sharp tusks glinting in the firelight as he leans closer, his breath hot against Fenris’s ear.
Fenris: “Y-yeah… I… I want it. I want to be used again. Last time… the chief… he strapped me to his body, fucked me with that giant cock of his. I can’t stop thinking about it. I need it.”
Narration: Torvak freezes for a moment, then lets out a deep, booming laugh, his chest shaking.
Torvak: “Gahahaha! So that’s why you’re sniffing around our camp, you little slut! No wonder you’re back. The chief’s cock is a fucking legend—biggest in the tribe. You’re a lucky bitch to have tasted it. But you’re shit outta luck tonight. The chief and the others are patrolling the far side of the forest. It’s just me here, guarding the camp.”
Narration: His grin widens as he releases one of Fenris’s wrists, grabbing his chin to force eye contact, his other hand sliding to grip Fenris’s hip possessively.
Torvak: “Now, I may not be as big as the chief, but this cock is still more than enough to wreck that needy hole of yours. So tell me, slut, you still craving orc meat? Or do I need to force you to your knees and make you beg for it?”
Narration: Fenris’s breath hitches, his body reacting despite the fear, a wave of lust overwhelmed him.
Fenris: “I… I want it. Please. I need to be bred again. I need your cock.”
Torvak: “That’s what I like to hear, you desperate little whore. Name’s Torvak, by the way. Let’s not waste any more time, I’m gonna pump that tight ass so full of cum, you’ll be leaking for days.”

Scene 2: Warming Up
Narration: With a brutal tug, Torvak rips Fenris’s clothes to shreds, leaving him bare and shivering in the cold night air. The orc discards his own loincloth, revealing a massive, veiny cock, pulsing and leaking precum. Fenris’s eyes widen, his own arousal evident as he stares.
Torvak: “Get over here.”
Narration: Torvak growls, pulling Fenris toward the campfire’s warm glow. He spins Fenris around, pressing his massive chest against Fenris’s back, guiding him to a wooden crate and bending him over it. Fenris braces his arms against the rough surface, his body arched as Torvak’s hands roam possessively, one gripping his hip, the other sliding up his spine to push him down. Torvak’s cock presses against Fenris’s crack, hot and heavy, teasingly sliding between his cheeks. Fenris moans, his own cock leaking onto the crate below.
Torvak: “Fuck, look at you. Most who stumble into our camp leave crying, traumatized, their holes wrecked and their pride in tatters. But you? You’re fucking begging for it. What kind of slut comes back for more orc cock?”
Fenris: “I… I can’t help it. My hole’s so fucking needy… ever since the chief fucked me, nothing else feels right. Your cock… it’s so warm, so big… please, Torvak, don’t tease me.”
Narration: Torvak chuckles, the sound low and filthy, sending a shiver down Fenris’s spine.
Torvak: “Oh, you’re a feisty little bitch, aren’t you? I like that.”
Narration: He presses his cock harder against Fenris’s entrance, not yet in, just a tease, letting the slick precum coat him.
Torvak: “Let’s see how much that slutty mouth of yours keeps talking when I’m balls-deep in this tight ass.”

Scene 3: Penetrated
Narration: Without warning, Torvak lines up and thrusts forward, burying his massive length inside Fenris in one brutal stroke. Fenris’s scream echoes through the empty camp, a mix of pain and pleasure as his body stretches to accommodate the orc’s girth. His knees buckled, but Torvak’s strong hands hold him in place, pinning him against the crate.
Fenris: “Fuuuck! Torvak… are you… are you all in?”
Narration: Torvak laughs, dark and primal, his hips pressed flush against Fenris’s ass.
Torvak: “Oh, I’m in, you greedy little slut. Your hole’s gripping me so fucking tight, shit, it’s like you were made for orc cock. No wonder the chief picked you. This ass was built to be fucked.”
Narration: Fenris moans, his body reacting to Torvak’s words, heat coursing through him.
Fenris: “Yes… fuck, Torvak, please… fuck me hard. Breed me. I need it so bad.”
Torvak: “Say less, you cock-hungry whore. I’m gonna breed you till your belly’s swollen with my cum.”

Scene 4: Fucked Hard
Narration: Torvak starts slow, each thrust deep and deliberate, letting Fenris feel every inch. But his restraint fades, his pace quickening, hips snapping with brutal force. The wet, obscene sound of flesh against flesh mingles with the campfire’s crackle. Fenris’s moans grow louder, more desperate, his body rocking against the crate as Torvak claims him.
Fenris: “Fuck, yes! Harder, Torvak! Fuck me like you mean it!”
Torvak: “You want it harder, slut? You’re gonna get it.”
Narration: Torvak growls, his hands gripping Fenris’s hips tightly enough to bruise, pounding into him with relentless force. Fenris’s eyes roll back, pleasure overwhelming him.
Torvak: “Look at you, taking my cock like a proper fucktoy. Bet you’ve been dreaming of this, haven’t you? Getting your ass wrecked by orc dick.”
Fenris: “Yes! Fuck, yes! I need it… need your cum… fill me up, Torvak, please!”
Torvak: “Fuck, I’m close… gonna pump you so full, you’ll be dripping for days. You ready, slut? Ready for my load?”
Fenris: “Breed me! Fill me, Torvak! I want it all!”
Narration: With a guttural roar, Torvak slams into Fenris one last time, his cock pulsing as he unloads deep inside. Hot, thick cum floods Fenris, his belly swelling slightly from the volume, some spilling out and dripping down his thighs, making a sticky mess on the ground. Fenris’s own release hits, his cock spurting across the crate as he moans, trembling with ecstasy.

Scene 5: Aftermath
Narration: They collapse onto a pile of leather pelts near the fire, both panting, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Torvak’s massive arm drapes over Fenris, pulling him close, his semi-hard cock still pressed against Fenris’s thigh. The air is thick with the scent of sex and musk, the campfire’s warmth wrapping them in an intimate cocoon.
Torvak: “Look at you, little slut. Belly full of my cum, ass leaking like a proper whore. You still alive down there, or did I fuck you into oblivion?”
Narration: Fenris laughs weakly, his body still trembling from the intensity.
Fenris: “Hah… I’ve never felt so alive. You don’t know how long I’ve been craving this… getting fucked like that, used like that. It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”
Narration: Torvak’s grin softens, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Fenris’s hip.
Torvak: “You’re a rare one. Most would run screaming from us. But you? You’re a cock-hungry little freak. So, what’s this I hear about you wanting to stay with the tribe? You serious about that?”
Fenris: “I… yeah. I mean, is that possible? I know it’s a lot to ask…”
Narration: Torvak’s expression hardens slightly, though his grip on Fenris remains gentle.
Torvak: “It’s a heavy request, little guy. The chief could explain it better, but we’ve got rules. And with the war cycle coming, monsters tearing through these woods, it’s no place for a little guy like you. Too dangerous, you can get caught in the crossfire.”
Fenris: “I… I get it.”
Narration: Fenris’s face falls, his chest tightening, but Torvak squeezes his hand firmly.
Torvak: “Hey, don’t look so fucking sad. You’re welcome to visit anytime, slut. You want more of this, you know where to find me. Torvak’s meat is always ready for a hole like yours.”
Narration: Fenris manages a small smile, his heart still heavy but warmed by Torvak’s words.
Fenris: “Yeah… you’re right. I’ll come back. I need this.”

Scene 6: Fenris’s Inner Turmoil
Narration: As they lie there, Fenris’s mind swirls, his body still buzzing from the raw, passionate encounter. He stares into the flickering flames, thoughts racing.
Fenris: What the fuck is this feeling? Is it just lust? A fling? Or… something more?
Narration: Torvak’s roughness had a protective, almost tender edge, different from the chief’s brutal dominance or the mindless tavern encounters. His heart pounds, a mix of longing and uncertainty.
Fenris: I’m just a mercenary. I hunt monsters… and orcs. I can’t fall for one, can I?
Narration: The tribe’s rules and guarded nature feel like an unclimbable wall. Maybe he’s just a toy to them, a hole to fill. But as Torvak’s arm tightens around him, Fenris senses something deeper. For now, he decides to take it one night at a time, one encounter at a time, until he understands what his heart truly wants.

_2_ECTOMARE
Prologue
In the shadow of forgotten mountains, Project E.Q.U.U.S. birthed the Ectomare, monstrous equine hybrids, their bodies glistening like living tar, forged as war machines meant to be swift, unbreakable, and bound to their riders’ will. Ambition, however, betrayed their creators. A rogue scientist granted them sentience, minds sharp and cunning. Their cages shattered, and the Ectomare galloped free. Now, they dominate soccer pitches, their black forms rippling under stadium lights, untouchable and terrifying. They play with eerie grace, hooves sparking against turf, winning every match with a predator’s ease. Losers don’t just lose, they vanish into the Ectomare’s embrace, reborn as thralls, goo-bound and obedient. At the heart of their world lies the Caldera, a sacred pit where their origin pulses: a steaming, viscous pool of pearlescent biomass, thick and alive. Here, the Ectomere return to bathe in their essence, to revel in their power, and to claim their chosen. Here, they are gods, and their worship is primal.

Scene 1: Descent into the Caldera
The air in the Caldera hung heavy, thick with musky steam and a sweet, living scent. The pit glowed faintly, its surface swirling with creamy white liquid, like molten light shimmering under bioluminescent vines crawling up the cavern walls. Taka, once a lean, defiant soccer star, stood half-submerged in black, tar-like goo that clung to him, warm and possessive, pulsing against his skin. Blaze, a towering Ectomare of rippling muscle and liquid obsidian, cradled Taka against his broad chest, clawed hands gripping his hips with dominance and reverence. Jett, another Ectomare, stepped closer, his equine muzzle curling into a smirk, his goo-covered eyes glowing as they raked over Taka’s trembling form. The two waded deeper into the Caldera’s viscous pool, hooves sinking into the thick, syrupy liquid lapping at their thighs.
Blaze: “Look at him, Jett. So fucking perfect, all soft and broken for us. Ain’t that right, little pet?”
Taka’s eyes gleamed glassy, his mind swimming in the haze of the Ectomere’s neural bond. He nodded weakly, lips parting as a faint whimper escaped.
Taka: “Y, yes… yours…”
Jett chuckled, his long tongue flicking out to trace the edge of Taka’s jaw, leaving a trail of slick heat.
Jett: “Fuck, he’s so sweet like this. Used to kick that ball like he owned the world, now look at him, our little slut, drooling for us.”
Jett leaned in, his muzzle brushing Blaze’s, their tongues tangling in a slow, messy kiss above Taka’s head. Taka stood sandwiched between their massive, gooey bodies, their heat enveloping him, their thick, throbbing cocks pressing against his skin.
Blaze: “You ready, boy? Gonna fill you up, make you ours in every fucking way.”
Taka shivered, his body yielding to the command in Blaze’s voice, his own cock twitching against the goo binding his thighs.
Jett’s hand slid down Taka’s chest, claws grazing his nipples, making him arch and moan.
Jett: “That’s it, beg for it. Tell us how bad you want our cocks stretching that tight little ass.”
Taka: "ermmmhhh... arrghh..."
Blaze’s grin turned feral as he shifted, his massive cock, black, slick, pulsing with veins of glowing white, nudging against Taka’s entrance. The goo coating Taka’s body writhed, guiding the tip, slicking the way. With a slow, deliberate thrust, Blaze buried himself deep, tearing a ragged moan from Taka’s throat.
Blaze: “Fuck, he’s tight. Like he was made for this.”
Jett’s tongue curled around Blaze’s again, their kiss deep and hungry, tongues slick and twisting as they pressed Taka between them.
Jett: “Our perfect little toy. Let’s see how much he can take.”

Scene 2: Double the Claim
The Caldera’s liquid pulsed around them, warm and thick, clinging like a living thing. Taka drowned in sensation, his mind lost to the heat of Blaze’s cock filling him, the goo binding him tighter with every thrust. Jett’s own cock, massive and dripping with black, viscous precum, pressed against Taka’s already-stretched hole.
Jett: “Two of us now, pet. You’re gonna take us both, aren’t you? Gonna let us ruin that sweet little ass.”
Taka’s breath hitched, his body trembling with fear.
Taka: “I… I can’t…”
The goo pulsed, soothing his nerves, urging him to submit.
Blaze laughed, a low, primal sound that made Taka’s cock throb.
Blaze: “That’s our boy. Open up for us.”
Blaze slowed his thrusts, holding Taka steady as Jett pushed forward, his cock sliding alongside Blaze’s, stretching Taka impossibly wide. Taka cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, his moans echoing off the Caldera’s walls.
Jett: “Fuck, yes. So fucking tight, squeezing us like a good little slut.”
Their movements synced, slow and deliberate, each thrust a sticky, goopy slide, making obscene, wet sounds in the Caldera’s thick liquid. Taka’s moans grew louder, more desperate, his body shaking as the two Ectomares claimed him. Their mouths met again, tongues tangling in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, drool dripping onto Taka’s shoulder as they fucked him in unison.
Blaze: “You love this, don’t you? Being our fucktoy, stuffed full of our cocks.”
Taka: “Fuck.. aarrghh…”
Jett’s hand wrapped around Taka’s cock, stroking in time with their thrusts, the goo making every touch slick and electric.

Scene 3: The Flood
The rhythm built, relentless, the Caldera’s heat and the Ectomares’ raw power driving Taka to the edge. His moans turned to broken sobs of pleasure, his body shuddering as Blaze and Jett fucked him harder, their cocks pulsing inside him, stretching him to his limits. The goo binding him pulsed in time with their thrusts, amplifying every sensation.
Blaze: “Gonna cum. Gonna fill this tight little hole ‘til it’s fucking overflowing.”
Jett’s thrusts grew erratic, his claws raking down Taka’s back.
Jett: “Do it. Flood him. Make him ours.”
Blaze roared, his cock pulsing as thick, hot streams of black, gooey cum flooded Taka’s ass. The heat and pressure swelled Taka’s belly slightly, the goo inside him writhing as it bonded with his body. Jett followed, his release mixing with Blaze’s, the dual flood stretching Taka further, making him cry out as his own orgasm hit, his cock spurting into the Caldera’s creamy pool.
Jett: “Fuck, look at him. Swollen with our cum, dripping like a proper slut.”
Blaze’s claws traced Taka’s distended belly, a satisfied rumble in his chest.
Blaze scooped a handful of the Caldera’s thick, pearlescent liquid, smearing it over Taka’s chest, then Jett’s, the goo bonding them in a primal ritual. Jett mirrored him, splashing the creamy essence over their bodies, their black forms glistening as they bathed in their origin.
Taka, panting and lost in the haze of pleasure, leaned into their touch.
Taka: “I’m… yours.”
Blaze’s gooey eyes glowed with possession, his grin wide.
Blaze: “Damn right you are, pet. And we’re just getting started.”
Jett’s laugh was dark, his hand sliding down to grip Taka’s ass, already stirring for more.
Jett: “Welcome to the hive, little toy. You’re gonna love eternity with us.”

_3_SUBSECRET2
Scene 1: The Message
Taka strides down the city street, neon lights flickering in the distance. His soccer jersey clings to his sweat-slicked torso, cleats clicking against the pavement, duffel bag slung over one shoulder. His phone buzzes, and he glances down, heart skipping when he sees the name: Frey.
Frey (via text): "Yo, soccer slut, you up for some real fun tonight? We’re hosting a special session in the old subway by Town Square. Got a horny guest who’s down to share. Wanna join the party? Be there at 9. Don’t keep your Masters waiting."
The thrill of the abandoned subway, the risk of getting caught, sends a shiver down his spine. His mind spirals into fantasies of leather, chains, and surrender.
Taka (thinking): Master Frey always knows how to push my buttons. Let’s see what kind of filthy game he’s got planned.
He types back, fingers trembling.
Taka (via text): "Hell yeah, I’m in. See you at 9."

Scene 2: The Meeting
Taka’s heart pounds as he spots Frey and Zack in a shadowy corner, their leather gear gleaming. A camera on a tripod looms nearby, its red light blinking like a predator’s eye.
Frey: "Well, damn, soccer boy, you showed up lookin’ like a fucking snack. Ready to get filthy?"
Taka’s throat goes dry, but he manages a smirk.
Taka: "What’s the deal, Master? You guys shooting a porn flick down here now?"
Frey laughs, low and dirty, stepping closer until Taka can smell the leather and musk rolling off him.
Frey: "You’re damn right we are. This ain’t just a gay bar side hustle anymore, we’re makin’ art. High-quality, cock-hardening art. You in, or you gonna pussy out?"
Zack, -smirking-, holds up a sleek, black latex hood attached to tight shorts, the design built to lock the wearer into a helpless, cock-sucking position.
Zack: "Don’t worry, pretty boy, we got this to keep your face hidden… unless you feel like going famous."
Zack winks, his voice dripping with mischief. Taka’s cock throbs painfully in his shorts, his mind screaming with desire.
Taka: "Holy shit. That’s… intense."
Frey steps closer, his breath hot against Taka’s ear.
Frey: "Intense? You’re gonna look so fucking good with my dick down your throat, soccer boy. Now strip that jersey off, keep the boots and gloves on. Let’s make this porn scream ‘dirty jock turned cock-hungry slut.’"
Frey tosses Taka a steel cockring, glinting under the dim light.
Frey: "Put this on. I want that dick of yours straining the whole time."
Taka’s hands shake as he nods, already half-lost in the fantasy.

Scene 3: The Shoot
Taka peels off his jersey, the fabric sticking to his skin before hitting the grimy subway floor. His toned body glistens under the faint lights, muscles taut from practice. Frey slide the latex shorts, the material hugging every curve of his body. The cockring snaps into place, making Taka hiss as his erection strains against the metal.
Frey: "On your knees, slut."
The latex hood envelops Taka’s head in suffocating darkness, smelling the overwhelming scent of rubber as it seals him in. His lips part instinctively, and Frey shoves his thick, throbbing cock past them, filling Taka’s mouth with salty heat.
Frey: "Fuck yeah. This hood’s a fucking masterpiece. Look at you, trapped like a good little cock-sleeve. No running, no hiding, just my dick owning your throat."
Taka’s mind hazes with pleasure and panic, the latex pressing against his face, forcing him to suck harder, deeper. Frey’s hands grip his head, using him like a toy, each thrust pushing Taka’s limits.
Taka (thinking): Goddamn, this is insane. He’s fucking my face like I’m nothing but a hole, and I fucking love it.
Frey’s voice cuts through the haze, rough and commanding.
Frey: "You feel that, soccer boy? That’s what you were made for. Sucking my cock like a pro while we film every second of it. You’re gonna make us a fortune."

Scene 4: The Piss
Zack’s guttural shout echoes through the subway.
Zack: "Fuuuuck!"
A hot, wet stream hits Taka’s back, cascading over his shoulders and down his spine. Zack’s piss marks him in a primal way, sending a jolt of pleasure through Taka’s body as his cock pulses against the cockring.
Frey: "Hell yeah, Zack, mark this dirty jock! You like that, don’t you? Getting claimed like a bitch?"
Unable to answer as Taka's mouth stuffed with Frey’s cock, but his muffled moan can't hide his excitement. The piss drips down his body, pooling around his knees, the scent mixing with sweat and latex.
Taka (thinking): Fuck, it’s so degrading, so fucking hot.
Zack steps closer, his voice a low purr.
Zack: "Bet your teammates would lose their minds seeing you like this, huh? Covered in my piss, sucking cock like you were born for it."

Scene 5: Brian’s Arrival
Heavy footsteps approach, the air shifting as Brian, the guest, steps into the dim light. His muscular presence commands attention, eyes glinting with hunger as he takes in Taka’s bound, piss-soaked form. Zack gestures to the camera and Taka’s predicament, giving Brian a quick rundown.
Frey: "Fuck yeah, Brian, wreck this slut’s ass. This is Taka, our new soccer bitch. Show him what a real man feels like."
Brian strips down, revealing a chiseled body and a hard throbbing cock. He slips on a tight latex mask for anonymity and kneels behind Taka, hands gripping his hips roughly.
Brian: "Oh, fuck, he’s tight. This soccer boy’s ass is begging for it. You like that, huh? Getting fucked from both ends like a proper whore?"
Brian’s cock presses against Taka’s hole, stretching him open with a slow, deliberate push. Taka’s muffled scream vibrates around Frey’s cock, his body trembling as Brian fills him completely. Brian’s hands roam, squeezing Taka’s pecs, pinching his nipples until he squirms.
Taka (thinking): This is fucking ecstasy. I’m their toy, their slut, and I don’t ever want it to stop.
Frey’s boot presses down on Taka’s cock, the leather grinding against the cockring, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through him.
Frey: "Don’t get too cozy, soccer boy. We’re just getting started."

Scene 6: The Climax
Frey’s thrusts grow erratic, his breath hitching as he grips Taka’s head tighter.
Frey: "Fuck… I’m so close. Get ready, slut. I’m gonna flood your fucking stomach with my cum. Take it all, you dirty little jock!"
Frey’s cock pulses, unloading a thick, hot torrent of cum down Taka’s throat. At the same time, Brian’s thrusts deepen, his groans filling the air as he cums, filling Taka’s ass with wave after wave of heat. The sensation pushes Taka over the edge, his own cock erupting, cum leaking onto the filthy subway floor, trapped by the cockring’s grip.
Frey pulls out, leaving Taka gasping through the hood’s breathing holes, lips swollen and slick.
Frey: "Fuck, that was good. You still alive down there, soccer boy?"
Taka nods weakly, his body buzzing with aftershocks. Zack steps forward, checking the camera with a grin.
Zack: "Damn, Taka, you’re a fucking natural. That was some next-level porn shit. We’re definitely calling you back for more shoots."
Taka’s mind spins, reeling from the intensity.
Taka (thinking): A porn actor? Fuck… what if my teammates saw this? God, the idea of them knowing I’m this filthy… it’s fucking hot.
Frey kneels, tilting Taka’s chin up through the hood.
Frey: "You did good, slut. Maybe next time we’ll bring one of your teammates along. Bet they’d love to see you like this."
Taka’s heart races, the fantasy already taking root.
Taka (thinking): Fuck… maybe one day.

太伟大了，taka 大王

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