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As the man walks down the corridor of the brothel after sending his favorite doctor to slumber, his mid still lingers to her touch, her smell, her voice, her kiss. It was out of pure intoxication, a reckless acted out of being unconscious and not her entire self. He knew that the Plague doctor he fight side by side with would never do such thing.
But her words, Oh lights....her words are so soft, so tender, so kind, it makes his broken soul shattered even more.
Or mend it together into whole one again.
He doesn't know what he was thinking, not acting more serious with her unknowing kiss, her drunken- sultry voice than tell him not to be too serious, told him to be himself, told him to stay as himself when around her. The noise surrounding didn't help much. His groin grow uncomfortable each steps he take, each second he hear those moans, each moment he thinks back to her.
....Fuck.
Sarmenti hurriedly walks to the brothel gal and pay for a night, only for himself this time and not with them as usual. making his way to the farthest room he could ever had. Door closed, windows shut tight, he strip off of his tight trousers, releasing the tightness of his cock free, ajar to the cold air lingers in the room.
And yet, he feel as if the hellfire has burning him alive. Ignited in this frail body, full of sins.
Hands palming his own member, reaching for nothing but images in his deranged mind, secluded thoughts that has long begin since her presences in his life. Oh, how wrong this must be, to jerk off of his colleague like this...
But her speech, encouraging this fool to acted right, acted as himself when with her *alone*, laughing and signing along his tune like a prayer kneeling in front of their god.
Almost there, he almost-
No. Not yet, he must not dwell too fast, he wanted her to lasted in his mind.
Seconds, minutes, almost an hour passes by, he still edging on her voice and face alone. Suffering in pleasure of sins like a mad prisoner in a cell. Unable to get out, but always wishes to stay in. Not making an effort to escape away.
He's there- she is there with him, lying underneath, screaming his name over and over on those soft lips, shivering through her own ecstasy, gazing only- only on him.
He's there- Fuck he's coming-
...Seed of a sinner spills over his hands, floor, and where else he did not wanted to look for himself.
Oh, he's beyond fucked....