Until Death Claims His Last Breath

Hunter's mind dived straight into hell, dirty thoughts invading every fibre in his body. Hera had her hands and legs spread wide, and keeping his hands to himself felt like the hardest thing to do right then for Hunter. He never felt so helpless it was so not easy to restrain himself anymore with his Hera.

'Fuck me.' 

Throwing his head back, he groaned in sheer frustration and slid his hands into the pockets of his shorts. Fingers formed into fists inside and he hoped he would succeed in keeping them hidden and locked in there. All those porn he'd watched wouldn't match one bit the vision of Hera's body spread on the bed made him feel. His blood rushed to the south jamming in one particular part of his body. 

'If only I could keep you tied to my bed forever, Goddess.'

He wished he'd harness to do just that and the image of her hands and legs bound to his bed wouldn't leave his vision.