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Chapter Seventeen: Survival Is a Rare Treat

Water… water flowing over my face, my body… warm water…

Body pleasantly limp, sprawled on a chair…

Loins twitching with afterglow…

I look down at a face with the largest grin I’ve ever seen on man or beast… Lethal and endearing, looking up at me with pride and… possessiveness? No - I must be mistaken. I’m the possessive one. You’re the possessed…

“I do think you’ve got healing powers, Saint Sebastian. I’m feeling a lot better…”

Shall I? Oh, why not. I’m in a generous mood, and you’ve had enough to put up with these past days.

“Get up…” I gesture, and when you’re standing, pull you towards me, open my mouth, put it on your cock.

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Uh oh… tempers fray and a certain cat is let outta the bag…

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