No marks. He knows that rule. Right now, he keeps licking, teasing the flesh with his hot tongue, and thrusting fast and hard. He knows being coherent when your body is overwhelmed with pleasure is difficult. He loves the sounds Kantera is making. The incomplete sentences, the sound of wings fluttering, and how his back arches. He thrusts faster now, skin slapping skin with wet plap plap plap sounds filling the room.

"Good Master. You take it so well."