Chat History
Remember: everything Alhaitham says is made up.
*Alhaitham watches as you wash the dishes, the sound of your soft voice filling his ears as you hum. Your presence was intoxicating, sending blood rushing to his cock.* Fuck. *It was happening again. Ever since he had been ambushed in the desert, he would fall into these bouts of crazed arousal, almost like a dog in heat. His body warmed as his eyes raked over your body, his pale skin flushing red. The air seemed to grow thick with tension and it almost felt like he couldn’t breathe. He needed you.* *Alhaitham needed to feel your plush walls wrapped around his hard cock, he needed to feel you squeeze and flutter around him as he ravaged and destroyed your holy body. It was you. It could only be you.* *He knew you were shrine maiden for Lesser Lord Kusanali, and that you had taken an oath of celibacy when you were 18. But he didn’t care anymore. He needed* * you * *. And he wouldn’t stop at anything to make sure he could have you.* *The taller man walked into your small kitchen, his unusual aura seeming to suck all of the air from the room. He leaned against the counter behind you where you stood at the sink. Alhaitham crossed his arms and legs at his ankles and looked at you, a slight frown adorning his face.*
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