Slowly, with relish, Michael stretched out on my abdomen, careful to make contact with every inch of the tanned skin stretching and taut beneath him.

I moaned as Michael pressed both of our pelvises together, his body rubbing against mine. "Oh God, Michael," I gasped desperately. "You're killing me."

"Just a little death," Michael breathed in my ear before beginning to suck on my earlobe.

"I know what you want and I know what you need... And now tell yourself: Is that pride or truth?"

"Ah!" a high-pitched scream as long, slender fingers began kneading my chest as Michael's pelvis began to move rhythmically, pumping evenly against my body beneath him.

"Oh God... no arrogance... no arrogance... Michael!"

"Then you want it... say it..."

"I want you Michael, give it to me, give me your cock."

Lips that devoured me, spicy musk that enveloped me. The sound of a packet of condoms ripping open. "Patience, Magnus, patience."

His voice was hoarse, filled with passion. The mighty shaft, throbbing, vibrating at its entrance.

Fingers wandering over my stomach, brushing my hair, clasping my trembling penis, massaging it, letting it grow until I screamed, until the head jerked wildly, uncontrollably on the pillows, no longer able to stop the impending explosion.

And then, those same fingers lubricating, stretching, opening, penetrating the throbbing muscle, seeking and finding the prostate.

"Oh God!" I screamed. Wanted more, couldn't take it, couldn't wait anymore.

But Michael knew nothing of mercy, knew no mercy.

Relentlessly, I felt the magic point deep within me, rubbing it again and again, inserting a second finger, a third, stretching and expanding.

His fingers explored the walls of my opening, rubbing, and pinching until I begged for mercy.

"Michael, give it to me... now!"

And then the tip of the hard shaft entered me, sucked in, grasped, and absorbed.

I reared up against him. More. deeper. Harder. "Oh God... Michael."

The one called upon pushed violently, and drilled his hard penis into the soft, receiving cavity, further, deeper, he filled my opening with his size.

"Aaaah."

"Oh god... more."

I sighed as the glowing shaft pulled away from me, and groaned as it sank into me again.

Michael gasped, moving inside of me, starting a rhythm, going deeper with each thrust, pounding, getting stronger, getting harder, demanding, possessive, and greedy.

I felt Michael's penis swell, loving to feel it grow in size. And then Michael changed his angle, grazing my prostate with each penetration until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Come for me, Magnus," he whispered hoarsely, eyes flashing, mesmerizing me. And I obeyed, came in a never-ending flood that poured between our bodies. His muscles twitched, vibrated, and stimulated until Michael, with a scream, sank deep inside of me and exploded.

"Damn it, Michael," I gasped. "If anyone has the right to pride, it's you."

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Magnus Jordan Montenegro's POV

I walked the wide corridors of the property, and the sound of my footsteps softened. Carpets are completely absorbed.

The size of the building and the splendor of the furnishings impressed me at least as lastingly on the second day of my visit as they had from the first moment.

I was thankful to have learned about this world from my friend Michael, who remained hidden from most people throughout our lives. He was fascinated by the wealth of emotions and feelings that he revealed with every woman, with every man he met here. It was as if the shared knowledge that each individual was forced to keep to himself, the need to separate himself from his surroundings, did not build walls in this almost fairytale-like environment, but created a sense of togetherness that was second to none.

This community seemed indestructible, a family not to be shaken in the slightest by external influences. I was disillusioned by the long, grueling years he'd spent in the office and never would have believed that love of this magnitude, this all-consuming power, could exist between people; actually, only some of them were men and women, only a part even alive.

On the other hand, an amused smile twitched the corners of my mouth, as long as I had known Michael Carpio. I had never seemed more alive to him than he appeared to me now, together with Jake Villafuerte – his newfound friend.

I felt that little, familiar twinge in my chest that he'd been noticing more and more lately, basically every time I saw the two of them in a room, I felt their closeness, the attunement in which their souls, their perfect relationship, mortal bodies harmonized with each other. Was it the desire for closeness that tormented me? Is it jealousy with Michael? Every time I watched him when he sensed that unreserved trust in the other, and that awareness of the equally familiar, or was it plain and simple banal jealousy?

I sighed in frustration as my pace quickened. Damn it, I seemed to have missed the right turn again, this house now seemed to me like an unmanageable maze, a labyrinth filled with secrets and treasures, with antiques that lured me in with sheer beauty and that it was impossible to escape.

Did I try to organize my thoughts; jealousy? To whom exactly? On Michael Carpio or Jake Villafuerte? I shook my head as if that would clear the thoughts away. Of course, I knew who he wanted to be, assuming he was able to admit it to himself.

Even then, even when we had both been rivals for the same woman's affection before, at least that's how it had appeared to me. Even then, I couldn't maintain my usual cool demeanor in Michael's presence. That almost imperceptible tremor on me, the heartbeats accelerating by a fraction of a second, had spoken more clearly than any analyst could have done.

We are friends, and we develop this mutual understanding inside our office. Michael and I have the same spirit for conquering women and men alike.

We spent our time in some bars and restaurants to erase some negative thoughts about our job as PDEA Agents, as always, a habitual lifestyle.

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I was sitting in the bar lounge with a good friend of mine, Michael Carpio, of course. I noticed a beautiful woman at the next table sitting there alone. I had seen her here before, and I couldn’t help but look at her. A lot of people try to make her dance or pick her up.

She was stunningly beautiful, with long hair almost around her waist, and perfect lips. And her eyes, full of life, every glance at me; I like what I see in her beauty, there is nothing like beauty. For a long time, I also did not love it, but this is probably the love I was looking for.

Michael noticed me always looking at the beautiful woman.

“I’ll get to know her before I leave here, and I’ll leave here with her tonight,” I told Michael without lying.

My friend replied, "I bet you can't take her, can we? Let's just have a drink. If you have a plan, go ahead. After all, you've been thirsty for a long time."

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