Nasty

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     “Mm,” The noise is grunted from Suede, the only response that Fleece gets for right now. A soft hum follows suit, his chest pushing against the smaller garou’s back and the wolf slides his hands under the other’s hips, to yank them back and press into his own. His red eyes glint, glisten with lust as he growls softly into Fleece’s ear, letting his broad tongue lick the fur before he huffs.

     “Yeah,” Is finally let out from his throat, teeth nipping against the other man’s ear, “I am.” A rock of his hips forward is given, the front of his pants tight from the growing erection underneath. A heavy breath is made from Suede once more, a hard pant as he press his hips against Fleece’s ass again with his fingers digging against the garou’s hips.

     “You’re not gonna make me wait by draggin’ me off to a room,” Gloved hands squeeze once again before sliding forward, unbuckling Fleece’s belt and sliding beneath the fabric of his pants to push them down as he rocks forward again. Every rock of his hips, he’s pressing his weight further against the smaller garou, to keep him pinned against the hallway wall. Not caring if any of the servants happens to see. Suede needs this, wants this and he’s not wasting time to find privacy when this house was just as much his own as everyone else’s. 

     Another buck of his hips again, pressing the prominent tent in his pants against Fleece’s ( now bare ) rear once more. Let him feel just what he’s about to deal with as another heavy breath escapes Suede.

how big tho

T – POSES AND CLIPS THROUGH THIS PLANEOF EXISTENCE

2 inches.

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     A heavy breath is exhaled from the garou, lips trembling and toes curling from the breath huffed against him, from the words spoken to him. It wasn’t fair; it wasn’t fair at all. To have his master between his thighs like this, the noble on his own knees with saliva and sweat both glistening his skin. Gods above, it wasn’t fair to see him like this and to only get his mouth was more than a blessing. And Suede couldn’t help that he wanted more, the way his cock throbbed was enough to prove that much. The little beads of precome that dribble from the head get caught on that pink tongue of Fraust’s and the wolf feels he might just lose his mind.

     “Ah...” is about the only sound he can make, the noise breathed out harshly as he feels a hand squeeze his flesh. To keep his legs apart and not close them around the lord, to keep him firmly planted still instead of letting him raise his hips up. He wants to, he so badly wants to. To buck his hips and press the dull red flesh of his cock along Fraust’s face. To smear the pearl-like drops that run from the slit in the head against that tan skin of his noble. A pretty contrast, he’d think, the off white on reddish tint. 

     He bites his lip just thinking about it.

     “Sir...” Finally, a proper word his forced from his throat followed by a needy whine. The noise is enough to get a hand to lift, teeth biting against the heel of his palm as he covers his mouth. His tail twitches near spastically, moving this way and that with every pulse of his quickened heartbeat. His master is beautiful and he wants to see every inch of him covered in his mark. Be it his come or scars from his teeth. A high keen is made, teeth digging hard enough to draw blood against his palm as those soft lips engulf him once again, pulling him once more into the wet warmth of his throat.

     And Suede can’t help how his hips push up, letting the bulb resting at the base of his sheath press against Fraust’s mouth.

    This is just what she longed to hear. Being assured of the love he held for her, that she gladly offered in turn, always did bring her a sense of calmness, joy, and only made her love him more. Smiling at the garou lovingly as he began moving downward the princess’ hands gradually worked to shed what little clad her body, exposing slightly scarred skin to her lover along with ample breasts and, eventually, her waiting womanhood.

     ❝ Darling… Come and claim every last inch of me for yourself~ ❞ As she spoke a hand slowly traced Suede’s jaw, gaze filled with both adoration and desire for the man before her. ❝ Show me how a Garou claims their mate~ ❞

     Oh, he can feel the excitement bubble in him, the sheer need to show the princess how much he loved her. Perhaps that was just the canine in him speaking but his tail wags when she begins to pull away what fabric she wore on her body and Suede finds himself breathing a bit harder than he should. She always did have that sort of affect on him.

     A shudder finds its way up his spine, furry ears pressing flat as Camilla traces his jaw and the garou can’t help the swallow in his throat from her words. Damn, he thinks, every time she speaks that way, it gets him riled. But it doesn’t stop him any, only spurs him as he nods and shifts further to let his fingers hook around her thighs and press them up against her stomach.