Heracles Karpusi (Greece)

Heracles's head rolled back against the pillows, a long, trembling exhale slipping past his parted lips.

Normally, he was the picture of lazy, unbothered calm—content to nap in the sun for hours without moving a muscle. But right now, his knuckles were white as he clutched at the bedsheets, his olive skin flushed a deep, hot pink from his chest all the way up to his ears.

Inside him, the high-frequency hum of multiple internal vibrators hummed continuously, sending deep, buzzing electric shocks straight through his core with every tiny movement. He couldn't even brace himself against it before your hand shifted, pressing the smooth, buzzing tip of another bullet vibrator directly against the sensitive head of his length.

"AH—!"

Heracles arched his back sharply off the mattress, a high, desperate sound catching in the back of his throat. His thighs shuddered uncontrollably, squeezing tightly around you as the dual stimulation completely fried his nervous system.

"P-Please... a-agapi mou..." he whimpered, his green eyes glassy and unfocused as tears of sheer sensory overload gathered at the corners of his lashes. His hands reached out blindly, his fingers feebly catching your wrist—not to pull you away, but to keep you right there.

"I-It's too much... it's buzzing everywhere..." Heracles gasped, his chest heaving as another wave of intense vibration hit his tip, making his entire body twitch against the sheets. "Don't stop... please... just... keep holding it there..."

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