[Fuerzabruta (Zawar)] Hagoromo Kitan

A mortal man sneaks toward the springs where immortals are said to descend for their bath, hoping for a glimpse of the divine — instead he finds one fanged, muscular immortal waiting alone, his powerful body covered in sacred marks. What begins as a stolen touch unravels into a sweat-soaked claiming in the grass, licking and rubbing reducing the celestial to a trembling, begging mess as mortal stamina proves far more than his numb body can endure. But with only one of the marks removed, a second hard thrust still to come, and something hot left deep inside him, this strange heavenly encounter hints at a pregnant consequence that is only beginning.