Three Months.

DREAM.

This chapter is really short. Sorry!!

WARNING: SMUT.

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Ash winced as he watched Sebastian, his heart pounding in his chest. The sight was both horrifying and incredibly arousing, causing a rush of heat to pool in his lower belly. His hands clenched tightly at his sides, knuckles whitening as he fought the urge to intervene.His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions – jealousy, desire, disgust. But beneath it all was an undeniable attraction to the spectacle unfolding before him. In his dream state, Ash found himself drifting closer towards the scene, drawn by some unseen force. His steps were slow and deliberate, each one echoing loudly in the silence of the barn. "Fuck..." he breathed out, swallowing hard as he stared at Sebastian's backside. It was perfect – tight and firm, bouncing rhythmically with each thrust. His cock twitched eagerly against his thigh, straining for release. 

Ash was standing in the back of the barn, watching Sebastian fuck the nun with no mercy. Sebastian turned to look behind him, making eye contact with Ash while continuing to move inside the nun. "You are so much better than Ash..." 

Ash gasped, his stomach lurching as Sebastian spoke. The words hit him harder than he expected, striking a chord deep within him. His cheeks flushed hotly, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through him. "Shut up!" he snapped, though his voice lacked its usual bite. Instead, it came out as a strangled whisper, barely audible above the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. His hands moved without conscious thought, reaching down to adjust his throbbing member through the fabric of his pants. The friction sent sparks shooting up his spine, intensifying the already overwhelming sensations coursing through him.