Ba'ith chuckled. "I aim to please."
"Well you hit the target!" Alger winced.
"No, that was your prostate." Ba'ith rolled Alger onto his chest and stroked his hair and back with long, soothing strokes.
"It hurts so f*****g good!" The elf chuckled quietly and blushed. "But as good as it was…now it just hurts, can you pull it out?" He grimaced with discomfort as Ba'ith pulled his c**k out of his slick body and thanked the nameless Gods that the assassin was only half hard.
Ba'ith opened one eye a c***k and looked at him. "So, do I get another chance?"
"Yeah, you can do that to me any time you want!" Alger grinned.
Ba'ith laughed. "I've created a monster but as good as it was, that's not all I want from you Alger, although I tell you with all honesty that it has never been as good as tha
