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The Pact - [Patreon Exclusive]
🕑 Added 2025-05-26 10:13:47 +0000 UTCBuried beneath the marble corridors of the Arcanum Obscura, an elite haven for magical prodigies, lies a place too old and silent for daylight to remember. There, in the damp, stone-blooded dungeon where torches spit low firelight, a lone figure stands in a ring of glowing glyphs, the shimmer of his blue scales catching each flicker like polished gems under moonlight.
Kaelen, a dragonborn warlock cloaked in divine pact and shadow, exhales slow and heavy. His patron, a storm god who speaks in thunder and watches through lightning, had gifted him power, but demanded more than chants and rituals. Tonight was an offering of flesh, a communion of magic and craving.
The ritual sigils flare, pulsing in time with the thrumming heat rising from his skin. Then, from thin air, they form: two glowing hands of pure arcane force, semi-transparent, but undeniable in presence. One hovers, the other moves, tracing the line of his spine. Kaelen’s tail twitches. His robes fall from his shoulders like spilled oil, pooling at his feet.
He inhales sharply. The god is here. Watching. Waiting.
The hands are not gentle. One slides between his cheeks with purpose, parting them wide to reveal the tight ring of muscle beneath. A single glowing finger presses in, slow, thick, pulsing with heat. It doesn’t hesitate. The entry is smooth, but relentless, stretching him open inch by inch with a wet, magical slickness that burns and satisfies in equal measure. His breath hitches as the pressure deepens, the digit curling slightly, stroking that aching spot inside him that makes his knees tremble.
At the same time, the second hand grabs his cock: firm, greedy. It wraps around him with practiced strength and strokes hard, fast, with precision that leaves no inch untouched. His shaft pulses under the grip, veins straining as pleasure hits him from both ends: deep and invasive below, sharp and rhythmic above. The friction is exquisite: his hole stretching wider as the finger begins to thrust, slow and heavy, while his cock is worked with merciless consistency.
Kaelen groans, the sound ragged and guttural. His hips jerk forward, helpless against the pace set by invisible hands. Magic crackles around him, inside him, the pressure building like a summer storm before the sky breaks. Each touch draws him closer - closer to the edge, closer to his god - until all that remains is the rising, unstoppable rush toward release.
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