Cheruh

The youngest brother. The dying of a dynasty?

“And if once more the heir to the throne is using my cunt as he pleases, it is hardly for the likes of me to resist. He bends me and slides inside. On the chapel roof, in his chambers, in the stable, behind the throne. He fucks me in the chapel itself, in the shadow of a tomb while monks chant prayers and the choir sings of gods and demons. Our cum drips down the marble, and blasts onto the faces of angels and ancestors both.”