Nine years ago, Cassian witnessed the assassination of his father, which left him to lead the desert clan. Growing up, he had relied on help from those around him; now an adult, Cassian wants to prove his own worth. His first task -- securing the love of his bodyguard, Yashiv. Though the two have been inseparable since Cassian’s childhood, he fears Yashiv won’t let down his walls of propriety. Then Cassian finds a child, the only survivor of the king’s caravan procession. Wen claims to be the bride for Prince Manoel, the ruler of the nearby city, but underlying currents of her story raise Cassian’s suspicions. Cassian and Yashiv must find where Wen belongs, before rival clans, the city’s guards, or Cassian’s own people decide the child’s fate. Can Cassian and Yashiv find out where Wen belongs before her fate is decided by rival clans or Cassian’s own people? And can Cassian show Yashiv he’s now a man, as well as Master of his clan?

Shifting Sand

Cassian’s breathing became labored and irregular. Each inhale accompanied by a gasp.


“Come for me, Cassian,” Yashiv begged.


Master made a noise of assent, which escalated to a higher pitch. It drew on longer, longer, until it crested, and with it, semen shot from Cassian’s cock, dripping between Yashiv’s fingers. He continued to pump, wanting to draw out everything. At the same time, he moved his own hips forward, carving more of that friction with Cassian’s body. More. He needed more.


Yashiv flipped Cassian onto his stomach, then covered Master’s body with his own. Cassian cried out in pleasure as Yashiv’s weight settled atop him, likely causing his overly sensitive flesh to rub against the blanket below him.


Again, the heat of Cassian’s opening called to him, but he resisted the pull. He just wanted to feel Master below him, even if he wasn’t inside. He positioned his throbbing cock along Cassian’s ass, the head of it rubbing against the small of Master’s back.


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