The night had not yet relinquished its hold when Ayana, driven by a primal urge, reached for an ancient wooden phallus, carved from the heart of a sacred tree, smooth and polished by countless years.She positioned Korin, his body already exhausted and yielding, guiding him with a firmness that left no room for doubt. Gay sex Some were gentle, their hands caressing his face, whispering words of encouragement or ancient blessings, while others were more forceful, their grips tight and nasty. But what followed was not what he had anticipated. Eko, under Ayana’s watchful eyes, declared that Korin would not become a warrior but would instead serve as Ayana’s male wife.Korin’s heart sank with a heaviness that seemed to weigh down his very soul; all his dreams of becoming a warrior, of standing tall among the men of the Kaldor tribe, were shattered into countless fragments of despair. “Don’t cry, Korin, you will serve as my wife,” she declared, her voice echoing through the night. He can be my male wife, and in that, you will find your pleasure.”Eko’s heart raced at the suggestion, his mind full of joy The idea of having Korin, not as a warrior but as something to be claimed, was intoxicating.
