This part of him was exposed during the exercises, the fabric clinging to his form in a way that left little to the imagination.”Don’t cry, Eko, you need not suppress your desires,” she said, her voice a blend of command and seduction. This ritual was overseen by Eko, a seasoned warrior, whose body bore the scars of countless battles, his presence commanding respect and fear in equal measure. Gay sex Ayana stood before him, her presence a reminder of his new status, her hands guiding his head to her own sex, demanding his service in this new union.As Eko’s climax surged, his semen flooded into Korin, filling him, the warm fluid an overwhelming sensation. The path he had envisioned, paved with the glory of battle and the honor of being called a warrior, was now a distant, unreachable mirage, replaced by a journey where his role was not defined by his sword. His protests, strong and filled with the fire of youth, were met with a silence that was more deafening than any battle cry, as if the forest itself had turned its back on him.
