The sun was abrasive and the sand reflected the boundless desert. Extremly cold nights and suffocating days. The adventurer was lost in his sinful lust. Suffering and tormenting himself.
Then, a bright green spot on the horizon. He blinked and the spot vanished. The lust returned. Visions from hell. Memories. Who knows? He was touching Pem's back, caressing Penthesilea's long legs, kissing Merry's neck.
When it was full night he was trembling with cold and loneliness. And with need. His cock hard and begging.
He, the bloody heartless, was, as always, being punished by and for his flesh. He was paying with blood the bill for all these years of twisted love. His body still wanted to leave marks on these other bodies. All over them. They had poisoned his mind then and he felt it even now. Merry with his dirty talk, Pem with his dirty hands and Penthesilea... she was all dirty.
Despite what it looked like, the adventurer wasn't trying to let himself go. But still it was a path, a painful path, he had to walk. A fight. Against greediness. His mind knew it was a vain attempt, stealing with your body what you covet in another body. But his heart didn't. It was a painful path. But he had to.
Then, there it was again. A bright green spot on the horizon. Maybe bigger. Closer? The adventurer sighed, disbelieving his own eyes.
He wanted to walk without monsters at his back.
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