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After Cerberus checked into a room at a rundown motel, he stripped naked and placed one of the delicate flowers on his tongue.
He chewed slowly, embracing the nectar as it filled his mouth, his soul, his mind. As it recreated him once more. Born anew with each swallow. His only regret was having no one to share the experience with. To be denied the company of a Doxie, the warmth of a body, the sweet, sweet flavor of their cum. To be looked upon with adoration, some fear, and so much awe.
To be worshiped.
Gaaaahh. I adore him. ❤️
