Domination
The underwater Temple felt different now.
The glowing green crystals still pulsed with that strange inner light, but the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the heavy, ozone-like residue of powerful magic. The white stone guardians stood motionless along the edges of the chamber like silent judges, their void-like faces turned toward the three survivors who had just emerged.
Only three.
Malachi stepped out first.
The massive white tiger moved with the same arrogant confidence he always carried, but the change in him was impossible to miss. His once sea-blue eyes now burned with a liquid silver glow, like molten metal poured into his skull. When he smiled, his teeth flashed metallic and sharp. He flexed one massive paw and long, wickedly curved silver claws slid free with a soft, ringing sound.
Nox’Thar stood waiting with his arms crossed over his broad, tattooed chest. The panther’s glowing eyes narrowed with interest as he studied his right-hand man.
“Well?” Nox asked, voice low and rough. “What did the Temple see fit to give you?”
Malachi didn’t answer with words at first.
He dragged one silver claw across the nearest crystal formation. The stone screamed as it was carved open, a deep, clean gouge left behind like it had been sliced by a heated blade. The tiger’s silver grin widened.
“Cursed silver,” he said simply.
A low, pleased rumble rolled from Nox’s chest. He stepped closer, reaching out to run one clawed finger along Malachi’s new silver claws. “Dangerous,” he murmured. “I like it. You’ll be even more useful to me now.”
Malachi’s silver eyes gleamed with pride.
But he wasn’t done.
Without another word, the white tiger turned and walked back into the glowing chamber. A moment later he returned, dragging a stretcher behind him. On it lay an elk, his dark fur matted with dried blood and sweat. One of his legs ended abruptly below the knee, crudely wrapped in bandages. His eyes were open, but they looked… wrong. Dark. Empty. Like windows into something that had no business being inside a living body.
Nox looked down at the injured elk with clear disappointment.
“He’s no use with one leg,” the panther said flatly. “Leave him. Or put him out of his misery.”
Malachi shook his head. “He’s very useful.” The tiger’s voice dropped lower as he leaned in close to Nox, one silver claw resting lightly against the panther’s chest. He whispered something into Nox’Thar’s ear, something quiet enough that none of the other anthros in the chamber could hear.
For several long seconds, Nox was completely still.
Then a slow, cruel smile spread across his face.
“Very, very useful,” he said softly. His glowing eyes flicked down to the unconscious elk. “What did the Temple call him?”
“Oni.”
Nox’s smile sharpened. “Get him treated. Clean him up. Feed him. I want him rested and ready by tomorrow night.” He glanced at Malachi. “You’ll stay with him until then.”
Malachi nodded once, then motioned for two of Nox’s lower-ranking men to help carry the stretcher. As they lifted Oni away, one of the panthers muttered under his breath, “What the fuck did they do to him…?”
Malachi’s silver eyes flashed. “You don’t want to know.”
The last survivor stepped out of the chamber.
He was leaner than when he’d gone in, his dark fur marked with new scars, but he still moved with that same quiet, predatory grace. His vibrant green eyes found Nox immediately.
Lucian.
The green-eyed panther didn’t hesitate. He crossed the chamber in a few long strides and stepped straight into Nox’Thar’s space, wrapping his arms around the larger male without a word. Nox’s massive, red-and-blue tattooed arms closed around him in return, one heavy paw sliding down to grab a firm handful of Lucian’s ass as he pulled him into a deep, claiming kiss.
When they finally broke apart, Nox’s voice was rough with heat.
“I had no doubt you would make it, Lucian.” He brushed his thumb along the panther’s jaw. “What power did you come home with, my love?”
Lucian smiled.
Then he dissolved.
His body turned to living shadow, slipping through Nox’s fingers like smoke. The darkness twisted and moved through the chamber, sliding behind a crystal formation one moment, crawling along the ceiling the next, then reappearing directly behind Nox without a sound.
Nox turned slowly, a dangerous, hungry smile spreading across his face.
Lucian solidified again right in front of him and was immediately dragged back into another deep, filthy kiss. Nox’s tongue claimed his mouth while one clawed hand stayed possessively on his ass, squeezing hard enough to make Lucian’s breath hitch.
When Nox finally pulled back, his glowing eyes were dark with lust and approval.
“Very nice,” he purred, voice low and rough. “My dark silhouette. My killer from the shadows.” He leaned in and nipped at Lucian’s throat. “Very fucking hot.”
The other anthros in the chamber shifted uncomfortably, a few of them murmuring quiet compliments. None of them dared get too close. Malachi simply watched in silence, silver eyes unreadable as he stood beside Oni’s stretcher.
Nox didn’t take his eyes off Lucian.
“I want everyone out,” he said, loud enough for the entire chamber to hear. “Now. I want to be left alone with him.”
No one argued.
Malachi gave a short nod and began guiding Oni’s stretcher toward the exit, but he glanced back at the green eyed panther with what might be a hint of jealousy. The rest of Nox’s men filed out quickly, casting glances over their shoulders at the two powerful figures still tangled together in the center of the glowing chamber. Even the white stone guardians seemed to fade back into the crystal formations, giving the pair space.
When the last of them had gone, the heavy stone doors slid shut with a deep, echoing sound.
Nox turned back to Lucian, his glowing eyes burning.
“Come here,” he growled, already reaching for him again, voice thick with hunger. “I want to see what else that pretty shadow of yours can do.”
Lucian’s green eyes gleamed as he stepped willingly back into Nox’Thar’s arms.
Outside the chamber, the Temple was quiet.
But deep in the glowing dark, two monsters were about to remind each other exactly why they had survived the Trials.
Nox’Thar looked down at the kneeling panther with glowing eyes full of heat and authority. His clawed hand came up and gripped Lucian’s jaw firmly, tilting his head back so their eyes met.
“On your knees for me,” Nox said, voice low and rough with lust. “Now.”
Lucian’s green eyes darkened with immediate submission and desire. Without a word, his body dissolved into living shadow. The darkness flowed across the stone floor and reformed directly in front of Nox, dropping smoothly onto his knees between the larger panther’s spread legs.
Lucian’s clawed hands reached up and undid the elegant crimson and indigo pants Nox wore. The fabric parted, revealing the heavy black sheath beneath, marked with the same intricate red and blue tattoos that covered most of Nox’s body. The markings continued down into the fur, trailing right to the slit of his sheath like they had been painted there by some ancient hand. His heavy black balls hung beneath, also marked with the same swirling designs.
Lucian didn’t hesitate. He leaned in and dragged his warm, rough tongue slowly along the underside of Nox’s sheath, tasting the musk and salt of his master. One hand came up to gently cup and roll Nox’s tattooed balls while the other stroked along the sheath itself, coaxing it open, enjoying the intense heat radiating from the panther's loins; big, full, intimidating, slick, masculine. It made Lucian lightheaded being soo close to Nox.
A low, rumbling growl left Nox’s throat as his cock began to emerge.
It was thick, long, and a deep, angry red. Barbs lined the shaft, not too sharp but enough to catch and drag deliciously on the way out. The head was flared and already leaking. Lucian’s eyes fluttered with open hunger as he wrapped both hands around the emerging length, stroking it slowly while his tongue lapped at the head, cleaning away the precum that beaded there.
Nox’s massive paw came down and rested on top of Lucian’s head, claws lightly scraping through dark fur.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Get it nice and wet for me, be a good kitty.”
Lucian opened his mouth and took the head of Nox’s cock between his lips, sucking gently at first, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, feeling the nerve dense flesh twitch against his tongue. He worked his way down slowly, taking more and more of the thick, barbed length into his throat. When he had nearly half of it in his mouth, Nox’s grip on his head tightened.
Without warning, Nox thrust forward.
Lucian gagged hard as the panther’s cock slammed into the back of his throat. Tears immediately sprang to his eyes, but he didn’t pull away. He relaxed his jaw as best he could while Nox began to fuck his face in earnest; deep, rough thrusts that forced his cock further down Lucian’s throat with every stroke.
“Fuck… that’s it,” Nox growled, both hands now gripping Lucian’s head as he used his mouth like a toy. “Swallow that fucking cock. Just like that. Good pet.”
Lucian’s throat convulsed around the invading length, spit and precum dripping down his chin and onto his chest. He made wet, choking sounds with every thrust, but his hands stayed obediently on Nox’s thighs, claws pricking lightly into the fur as he held on. Nox's balls, elegantly marked with black fur and red and blue designs, bounced off the smaller panther's chin, looking full and heavy.
Nox didn’t slow down. If anything, he fucked Lucian’s throat harder, hips snapping forward as he used the smaller panther’s mouth for his pleasure. The wet, vulgar sounds of throat-fucking echoed through the glowing chamber.
Lucian pulled off for just a second, gasping for air, strings of spit connecting his lips to Nox’s cock. “Thank y...”
“Shut the fuck up and keep sucking,” Nox snarled, grabbing the back of Lucian’s head and shoving him back down onto his cock without mercy.
Lucian moaned around the thick length as it forced its way back into his throat.
Nox eventually stepped out of his pants completely and pushed Lucian down onto his back on the rough crystal floor. The smaller panther went willingly, spreading his legs as Nox climbed over him. The larger male braced one hand on the stone beside Lucian’s head and used the other to guide his cock back to Lucian’s mouth.
Then he started fucking downward.
It was brutal. Nox drove his cock into Lucian’s throat in deep, punishing strokes, using gravity and his body weight to force himself even deeper. Lucian’s throat bulged visibly with every thrust. Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes and his hands gripped Nox’s hips, not to push him away, but to hold on as he was used. Nox would push in maximum depth and hold there, and reach down, adjusting his cock base, sheath, scrotum, trying to squeeze in all the deeper down the panther's throat, enjoying the mouth and lips around the deepest thickest part of his shaft.
Nox’s voice was a constant low growl above him.
“Take it. Fuck, look at you… my perfect little shadow whore. You love this, don’t you? Love when I use your throat like this.”
Lucian could only moan brokenly around the cock stretching his throat.
It didn’t take long after that.
Nox’s thrusts grew erratic. His heavy balls drew up tight against Lucian’s chin as he slammed in one final time and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded straight down Lucian’s throat. Some of it spilled out around Nox’s cock and ran down the sides of Lucian’s face as the larger panther kept grinding through his orgasm.
The cum was white as ivory, consistent, nearly a work of art, but at times it would seem to shimmer and turn black... a void kind of black. Nobody could tell if it was illusion, the change only stayed briefly, like a heat mirage.
When he finally pulled out, he painted the rest of his load across Lucian’s face, across his muzzle, his cheeks, and even over his closed eyes.
Nox wasn’t done.
He took his still-hard, cum-slick cock and slapped it across Lucian’s face several times, across his eyes, his muzzle, his lips, smearing his own release over the smaller panther’s fur, slapping him with his meat with a pap, pap, pap, sound. Then he pressed the head against Lucian’s lips again.
“Clean it.”
Lucian obeyed without hesitation. He opened his mouth and licked Nox’s cock clean, tongue working slowly and thoroughly over every inch, even dipping beneath to lap at his heavy balls until they were spotless.
Only then did Nox seem satisfied.
He stood up, tucked himself away, and then, without any effort at all, reached down and scooped Lucian up into his arms like the smaller panther weighed nothing. Lucian’s arms immediately wrapped around Nox’s neck, and he buried his face against the larger male’s throat, smiling softly.
Nox carried him out of the glowing chamber without another word, one arm under Lucian’s thighs and the other around his back. The smaller panther nuzzled into him, content and thoroughly used.
The white stone guardians watched them go in silence, dissappearing into the crystal, and the temple, now fullfilled it's purpose in this location, began to crumble.
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Bonus Chapter 3
(This chapter is told in 2nd person and is NOT canon to the story, it's just for fun. The first of many "What-if" type chapters. This is a taste of exclusive content I offer to supporters. All exclusive content is either non-canon, or just pure sex with no important story to miss.)
You were still buzzing when you got back to the hotel.
The Twenty One Pilots show had been electric, the kind of night where the bass rattled your ribs and the crowd’s voices drowned out everything else. At twenty-eight you weren’t some kid anymore, but shows like that still hit you hard. You’d changed into a pair of comfortable shorts and a soft t-shirt, kicked off your shoes the second you were through the door, and now you were pacing the small room barefoot on the thin hotel carpet, too wired to sleep.
The hallway outside was quiet. Most people had either gone to bed or were still out celebrating. You told yourself you were just stretching your legs when you stepped out again, but the truth was you were restless in that specific post-concert way that made every nerve feel alive.
That’s when you saw him.
He was coming out of the room a few doors down, tall, broad, charcoal-black fur that looked almost blue-black under the hallway lights. Golden eyes caught yours immediately. He was built like someone who respected his body and worked hard to tone it; the black tank top he wore stretched across a thick chest and powerful shoulders, and his arms looked like they could bench a small car without breaking a sweat. There was something effortlessly charismatic about the way he moved, like he knew exactly how much space he took up and didn’t mind it one bit. His tail swayed behind him as he walked, thick and long.
You gave him a nod. He gave you one back, then a small, easy smile, his black trimmed lips curling along his muzzle.
“Long night?” he asked. His voice was deep, a little rough around the edges, the kind of voice that vibrated pleasantly in your chest.
“Yeah. Just got back from the show,” you said. “You too?”
He chuckled. “Front and center for most of it. You?”
You ended up talking right there in the hallway for a solid ten minutes. The setlist. How Tyler’s voice somehow sounded even better live. How the lights and the energy had been insane. You laughed and admitted you hadn’t met many wolves in person.
“They’re not as intimidating as people make them sound,” you joked.
He grinned, sharp white teeth flashing. “Depends on the wolf.”
You learned his name was Roan. He was traveling alone, same as you. The conversation flowed surprisingly easy for two strangers who’d just met in a hotel hallway. When you finally said goodnight and went back to your room, you caugt yourself smiling.
You lasted maybe forty minutes before you convinced yourself you needed something from the vending machine.
You padded out barefoot again, the carpet soft and slightly scratchy under your soles. Halfway down the hall you saw him, leaning against his own doorframe like he’d just stepped out for air. Or like he’d been waiting.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked.
You shrugged, trying to play it cool even though your pulse had kicked up. “Adrenaline, I guess.”
This time the conversation lasted longer. He told you he lifted to burn off excess energy after shows. You asked how much he could bench and he gave you a number that made your eyebrows shoot up. When you said “No way,” he flexed one arm with a playful little smirk, the muscle swelling thick and solid under the black fur.
“Want to feel for yourself?”
You did. Your fingers pressed into warm, dense muscle and soft fur. The contact sent a little spark straight down your spine. He watched your face the whole time, golden eyes bright with amusement… and something else.
You went back to your room again, but the restlessness only got worse. You stared at your hands, imagining the soft fur and hard muscle still alive to your touch.
Another trip for ice this time. Another “coincidental” meeting. More talking. He asked what you did for work, you asked about his travels. He laughed at your bad jokes and you found yourself watching the way his ears twitched when he was amused, the way his tail swayed slow and lazy behind him. Every time you got close you caught his scent, warm fur, clean sweat from the day, something deeper and muskier that made your mouth go a little dry and your head feel light.
By the time you were back in your room for the third time you were pacing again.
You knew you were doing it on purpose now. You knew he probably was too.
When the knock finally came you weren’t even surprised.
You opened the door and there he was: Roan, charcoal-black fur slightly tousled, golden eyes warm and a little hungry. He was still in the tank top and loose pants, barefoot like you.
“Hey,” he said, voice low. “Saw you heading out earlier. Figured maybe you wanted some company. Mind if I come in? I was gonna rent a couple movies… nights like this are kind of lonely when you’re by yourself.”
You stepped aside without thinking twice.
He came in like he belonged there, dropping onto the edge of the bed with that easy charisma that made everything feel natural. You rented a dumb action movie first, then a comedy. You sat on the bed together, not quite touching, but close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. His tail brushed your leg once or twice. His scent filled the small room.
The movies were background noise. You talked more. Laughed more. The space between you kept shrinking without either of you acknowledging it.
Then Roan glanced at the TV menu, that mischievous glint returning to his golden eyes.
“You know what would be hilarious?” he said, already reaching for the remote. “Renting one of the adult channels. Not to jerk off to, just to roast it. The acting in those things is comedy gold. Terrible dialogue, worse camera work… perfect for making fun of.”
You laughed, a little breathless. “Yeah… why not? For the laughs.”
He rented it.
The video started with the usual cheesy music and even cheesier setup. Two guys this time, one built like a tank, the other leaner, going through the motions with over-the-top moans and lines so bad they were actually funny. You were shocked he rented a gay video, but didn't make a scene about it. You weren't complaining for sure...
You both cracked up at first.
“Oh my god, that line...”
“Look at his face, he’s trying so hard...”
"I think the camera man got some of that money shot..."
But the laughter didn’t last.
You felt Roan’s eyes on you more than the screen. Not subtle anymore. Heavy. Appreciative. The jokes started dying in your throat.
“Yeah… that’s… something,” you managed, voice thinner than you meant it to be.
The room had gone quiet except for the wet sounds and fake moans coming from the TV. Roan had shifted closer without you noticing until his thigh was pressed against yours. His golden eyes kept drifting from the screen to your face, your chest, the way your shorts had started to tent a little despite yourself.
The jokes stopped completely.
He wasn’t laughing anymore.
Neither were you.
The air between you felt thick, electric. You could smell him stronger now, that rich, masculine wolf scent mixed with something hotter, more primal. His ears were perked forward. His tail had gone still. You could see the subtle shift in his pants, the way his sheath was starting to fill out, the tip of his cock just beginning to peek free, red and slick.
Your own cock throbbed in time with your heartbeat.
Roan’s voice, when it came, was lower than before. Rougher.
“You know…” he murmured, eyes locked on yours, “we don’t have to keep pretending this is just a joke.”
The porn kept playing in the background, forgotten.
But neither of you were looking at it anymore. Your heart raced and you didn't say anything. "Yeah? What's that mean?"
The porn was still playing on the TV, but it had become meaningless background noise, wet sounds and fake moans that no longer registered. The room had shrunk down to just the two of you on the bed. Roan’s golden eyes were locked on you, heavy and dark with intent. The jokes had died. The air between you was thick, charged, almost too hot to breathe.
He moved first.
One large, padded black paw slid slowly up your thigh. The fur was soft and warm, but the pads underneath were slightly rough, textured in a way that made your skin prickle with awareness. He rubbed in slow, deliberate circles, higher and higher, his body leaning in close. You could smell him now; rich wolf musk, warm fur, a hint of clean sweat from the long day, and underneath it all something darker, more primal. It made your head spin.
You didn’t stop him. You didn’t even think about stopping him. Your cock was thickening, you could feel your prostate swelling deep within you and blood moving around. Damn, you were actually letting this wolf do this!
His paw kept moving in those slow circles, pressing firmly, teasing along the edge of your shorts. Your cock was already hardening fast, twitching against the fabric. Roan’s nostrils flared. He smelled it. the sharp spike of your arousal, and a low, pleased rumble vibrated deep in his chest.
Without a word, his claws hooked into your waistband and tugged your shorts down, your cock straining as the band went over the rigid length, then it sprang free and comfortable as it was fully freed into the air of the hotel room. You were already hard and leaking a shiny bead of pre at the tip. Roan’s golden eyes locked onto it like he was starving. You felt like you could smell the heat and musk radiating from yourself, and you knew the wolf definitely did.
His warm, furred paw wrapped around your length. The texture was incredible, soft fur on the outside, warm pads gripping you firmly as he stroked you from base to tip in one long, slow pull. His thumb smeared the pre down your shaft, making everything slick. His pads WERE warm, very warm, as they carried extra blood flow in the wolf. The sand paper texture was surprisingly gentle especially with your precum softening the touch.
“You like being touched by a real wolf, don’t you?” he murmured, voice low and rough, right against your ear. His breath was hot.
You swallowed hard, hips twitching into his grip. “Yeah… fuck, yeah. It feels different. Your paw… the fur, the heat, the way you’re gripping me… I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Roan’s smile was slow and filthy. “Good. It's okay to enjoy this, pup.”
Your cock gave a new twitch and pre welled up inside the shaft, waiting for it's turn to drool out of your slit, but reasting in there full and warm for now. Calling you pup... how very dominant behavior of this wolf. You suspected now where things might go if it continued, you had a feeling it would be you on your back.
He kept stroking you, steady, unhurried, like he was savoring every reaction. Your breathing was already getting ragged when he suddenly slid off the bed and dropped to his knees on the carpet between your legs. Both big paws gripped your waistband and pulled your shorts the rest of the way off, tossing them aside.
You were completely exposed now. Your balls, soo warm and heavy in your shorts, hung like the had no fear at all of this wolf, despite the new cool air brushing your hairs. That muzzle of sharp teeth could probably make short work of your precious manhood, but the wolf had only lustful intentions. The danger of his animal maw soo close was very arousing.
Roan’s muzzle dipped down. His hot, wet tongue dragged slowly over your balls, then he suckled one into his mouth with gentle but insistent pressure, no teeth touching anything. The sensation made your hips jerk hard. One massive paw pressed flat against your stomach and pushed you back until you were lying down on the bed, looking down the length of your body at him.
Then those powerful paws gripped your inner thighs and pushed outward, firm, possessive, spreading you wide open.
The position was filthy. Vulnerable. Your legs forced apart by this strong anthro wolf kneeling between them, your cock, balls, and hole completely on display. A thick, shocking spurt of pre welled up from your cock and rolled slowly down the underside, tracing the prominent vein.
Roan watched it with dark, hungry eyes. His long, hot tongue dragged up from the base of your cock in one slow, deliberate lick, cleaning the pre away. Then he took your cock into his mouth and you closed your eyes and opened your own mouth in a loud moan, completely powerless to prevent it. Followed by a '...ffffuck.' and that made Roan growl, actually GROWL, while your cock was encased in his muzzle! A pleasurable lustful happy growl. He was loving this too.
The heat was overwhelming. Wet, tight, perfect suction as he sank down, tongue pressing firmly along the underside. You cried out, loud, involuntary, thighs trembling hard against his restraining paws. Your hands fisted in the sheets.
Roan pulled off just long enough to laugh softly, voice thick with lust.
“It’s okay,” he rumbled, licking another slow stripe up your shaft. “React however you want. Moan. Shake. Get loud. I’m going to keep making it feel good…” His tongue flicked teasingly over your hole. “…and dirty.”
He went back down on you, sucking with more focus now, while one clawed finger, careful, pad-first, pressed against your entrance. He worked it inside slowly. The claw never caught or dragged; just the warm, slightly rough pad of his finger found your prostate and started rubbing in slow, firm circles.
The combination was devastating. His hot mouth sucking your cock, his finger massaging that spot inside you with steady, expert pressure. You were moaning constantly now, thighs shaking, voice breaking on every breath.
“I can’t believe a wolf is doing this to me,” you gasped, voice wrecked and honest.
Roan hummed around your cock at that, the vibration shooting straight through you, powerful and male voice. He sucked harder, finger rubbing insistently against your prostate, and you came hard, pulsing thick and hot down his throat in long, helpless spurts while you vacalized nonsense, catching on your own words and sounds, hands flying to his head to grip his black fur, soo soft and warm. He swallowed every drop, his finger still gently working you through it, drawing every last shudder out of you until you were whimpering and oversensitive. You knew your load was thick and plentiful, and his big muzzle was slurping down every bit of it, and sucking on your head to pull out more. You could live in this moment forever, you thought.
When he finally pulled off, he didn’t stop.
His tongue went to work on your spent cock, your balls, your inner thighs with long, slow, thorough licks. Cleaning you. Tasting you. He rumbled the whole time, deep, chesty wolf sounds that vibrated against your skin, like he was lost in some kind of trance. Thirty minutes passed like that. You lay there boneless, legs still spread wide, while Roan knelt between them and licked and nuzzled and rumbled over every inch of your groin like he couldn’t get enough of the taste, the scent, the feel of you. He licked the slick slippery skin, the sticky skin, everywhere, every fold of your scrotum, every shiny spot of your cock. Fuck, the wolf was a master of delivering pleasure, and how intimate and dirty it was, even better.
You let him. You didn’t want it to end. The low, constant rumbling and the slow, worshipful drag of his tongue kept you floating in a hazy, satisfied daze.
The porn had ended long ago. The only sounds left in the room were your breathing and the deep, satisfied rumbling of the wolf between your legs.
Eventually Roan finished worshipping you.
The long, slow drags of his tongue had turned lazy and reverent, like he was memorizing the taste and scent of your spent groin. He rumbled the entire time, deep chesty sounds that vibrated against your skin. When he finally pulled back, his muzzle was shiny and his golden eyes were half closed, almost dazed.
He climbed onto the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. One big paw wrapped around his own cock as it slid free from his sheath, thick, red, glistening with pre, the knot already starting to swell at the base, stretching that warm sheath. It looked intimidating up close: long, veined, the head flared and wet. Hard to imagine what that flesh would actually feel like stretching your mouth… or anywhere else.
To be continued.
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