Freedom Rising 2: What Price Freedom?
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“My lover,” he whispered, then ran the tip of his tongue up Nanashi’s cock. “My friend.” He nibbled at the large vein on the underside. Breathing out heavily, surrounding the shaft with warmth, he added the last and most important part, “The key unlocking freedom’s door.”
In that moment, he knew he was no longer man, but god. Honored four times over by She whom he worshiped, by Reiji, by Li Man, and by Nanashi. No, not four times, but five. He held himself high at last and knew his own value -- far more than twenty gold.
He sucked Nanashi’s cock into his mouth and began to ply every art he had learned, but of his own free will. Blood surged into his own cock, making his head swim, and he thought, as he worked his lover towards the orgasm that would see them into the dawning light of day, this is what I have sought all my life… and here it is. My freedom, found at last, Lalasa be blessed forever and ever.
He who praised Lalasa was well favored in return, as all would shortly see. What happened the next day, when the sun crawled over the horizon and the free man Silken emerged from his lover’s home -- well, that is another story…
The End… for now.
Willa Okati
Willa Okati has far too many ideas for her own good, but is having the time of her life writing them all down. She has a very patient husband who puts up with seeing his wife pounding on the keyboard at 5 a.m., a hard-used coffee pot that she calls her best friend, and cats who think she’s quite insane, but as long as she feeds them, will put up with anything. She adores anything that goes bump in the night, especially if it lands in the bed.
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