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Holding and taking him hard, the intensity of strokes, gripping his muscles in his strong arms and coming on and on and on and on without ever stopping or letting up.

What he recognized between pleasure and pain and love and the various sensations and despair beyond the fear of that new god, who could kill him if he wanted to.

In the midst of his strokes, and his heart was out of rhythm, beating urgently and jumping between his chest and he felt his body warm, sending out flames and steam around them.

The thrusts, of the new god within him, and amidst his animalistic roar and fire pouring from his lips his flaming eyes and their waves of energy were around them, like flaming wings spread wide around them.

Between strokes, the new god between his spread legs, the hard cock driving inside him with firm, purposeful thrusts and hitting straight into his prostate, but the new god was fucking him.