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The Cursed Forge (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Ghorrok sheathed his blade and followed Casron, his blood boiling hot. He was hyper aware of everything, and felt he could take on anything or anyone.
 
Damn his Tiefling lover for looking so good right now. They were busy and needed to focus on the task at hand. Casron knew what he did to Ghorrok.
 
He hissed lowly and drug his tusks along the soft flesh of his neck slowly, growling lowly. "Again, Cas."
 
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