Belariath

The smooth ripple of muscle that made up his abdomen clenched and unclenched. He couldn't help but lift a hand to join the other, pressing the concubine's head into his groin. She gurgled with the effort of taking the whole length of his hardened member down her throat, but he was giving her no leeway, no quarter. He wanted to feel every inch of himself stuck inside her. Sweat poured down his body, either from the concubine attendant's administrations to his dick, which she slathered like a true whore, or from the heat and steam of the sweat lodge around them, no one could tell. In the depths of the foggy atmosphere of the place, he came, and he came hard, flesh exploding into her mouth, cum pouring down to her belly. She tried to pull away but it wasn't time. He held her fast to him as his eyes rolled back in his head and he grimaced in ecstasy.