At the time, it was just a way for me to cease the agonizing reaming of a part of me that was never meant to know the touch of another. I squeezed around their shafts, rolled my lewd muscles up their columns, and willed them to burst inside of me, to fill me with their filth and mark me as theirs. Both their heads were hooded, but their robes were open to display athletic hermaphroditic bodies. I looked down. “Take me home,” she whimpered. “You made the same mistake as your mother,” I grumbled, “you got all your tattoos when you were too young, and now you have no space to put new ones.”
“Can’t I just—”
“No, you can’t just heal one off!” I growled, “If you want a real Protaki or Terdini tattoo, then you have to keep it with you forever! It was so cute. “Just us sounds nice for a change. Her front pressed into my back, her breasts pillowed against my shoulders, and her… her… her penis pressed into the folds of
