"Alright then, I'll give him a call." Happy that they finally came up with a viable candidate Frost wasted no time in ringing Indra, his and Agar's elder brother.
Ring, ring, ring.
Several tens of thousands of kilometres south west of Frost's Dungeon, within the fringes of the storm mountains a handsome young man lay in his bed, his hands resting against the back of his head as an expression of pure pleasure consumed his face.
He was firmly biting his lower lip, the lower half of his body squirming and curling as if fighting against something dying to burst forth, dragging out an exhilarating battle that he was destined to lose.
"Fuck can you just cum already Indra, my thighs are half numb." A woman's voice laced with annoyed frustration echoed within the room.
