[Lovebite]

His dreamlike state after climax took it's sweet time coming down, it wasn't everyday that he was taken care of in that manner, more than any woman could do for him even when he had his fair share in the past of the fairer sex. He had fallen asleep in that pile of hay and the only evidence of the drunken sex was the way his pants and underwear hung from one ankle and the dried semen trickling out of his ass and crusted on the sticky tip of his cock. "Damn..."He huffed and dropped his head back down behind him, rubbing his face in a short prayer to God that what had happened wouldn't bite him in the ass.
That was the night he sort of realized that there wasn't a god, or if there was, it wasn't taking any of his prayers any more. He couldn't blame them either, he was a mercenary. A killer for hire, a good one, but that didn't help his case. A god that would make it possible for both sexes to carry a child had a sick since of humor, especially in a era that judged every bit of unnaturalness any one could think of.