As you look into the swinging pendulum like ankh necklace; you suddenly feel yourself drifting much like before when you first began to smell something strange; that strange magical scent that sent you relaxing into the couch. You feel yourself become more and more relaxed; and more and more adrift in your mind. You don't even notice that you have slowed your thrusts; they become methodical much like the swings of the ankh; you are now in pace with the swinging necklace; back and forth and back and forth. You are watching it intently; and the way you slow down allows the Storyteller to catch his breath; purring as he regains his focus.
"Now I want you to keep fucking me just like that as I play you a little music, do you understand?" The Storyteller says; you hear it coming as if from a long way off just as you did before; and don't register your nodding in response. Although when he drops the amulet of sorts to the ground onto the pile of his clothes and you feel your head clear a little; you find that you can't quicken your pace. Somehow you are stuck in this methodical 1... 2... 1... 2... thrust in and out; thrust in and out; and strangely the total steady pace is making it harder for you to not to cum then your fast rapid bestial thrusting before. You feel yourself on the verge and it's driving you absolutely mad because no matter how much you want to quicken no matter how much you want to roar and grab his hips and start fucking him like an animal you can't. You just keep going nice and slow; in and out; 1... 2... 1... 2... and you can't stop; and it's making you drool and you can feel yourself pumping load after load of pre-cum into his hole; making it nice and warm and slick and you just want to fucking plow into it, but you can't and you want to scream from the frustration.
The Storyteller just smirks as he pulls from the pile beside the sofa a crystal flute; and a very beautiful one. It has cherry blossoms etched along the side of it and feathers hanging from leather straps tied to the end. The young green haired male puts it to his blushing lips and begins to play a strange tune; and as he plays it you let out a scream because you can feel your dick swelling and throbbing more intensely then even before; and as it throbs and you keep thrusting methodically like some kind of machine you climax inside him; cum coming out in hard fast shots; again and again; your pillow like balls; which are so big now that they can touch the sofa beneath you even though you are on your knees and quite tall which means long legs; are pulsing as shot after shot of bull-like cum comes out fast and hard; filling the boy's young hole.