we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin had no idea what to expect from Gideon, especially given that he literally hadn't been in his right mind when this had all started. But as the Priest surges forward and takes him into his mouth, it's a hot shock that leaves him groaning in surprise and pleasure both. Fingers tighten in his hair, hips rocking forward of their own accord, and he tilts his head back for a second to savour this.
Then Gideon is moaning as well, the Star glancing down to the image of the Priest pleasuring himself, and that does everything to make him harder, if that's possible. "Fuck, don't stop," he hisses through a shaky breath in, his eyes slipping shut, and it's a traitorous part of his mind that imagines someone else's lips and tongue in the moment. Still, regardless of who Ronin might be imagining, there's no doubt that Gideon is very, very good at what he's doing.
Then Gideon is moaning as well, the Star glancing down to the image of the Priest pleasuring himself, and that does everything to make him harder, if that's possible. "Fuck, don't stop," he hisses through a shaky breath in, his eyes slipping shut, and it's a traitorous part of his mind that imagines someone else's lips and tongue in the moment. Still, regardless of who Ronin might be imagining, there's no doubt that Gideon is very, very good at what he's doing.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
