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Bristling fur sears over flushing skin where security of clothes should be cladded over thrashing limbs, and are instead left in tatters over an innocent shrub. Long stiffs a shield against the mortifying, open night. ‘Wait, wait-ah, at least let me — let me —! ’ A garbled cry is steadily ignored as a mass presses itself from behind, efficiently pinning Mell to the earth.
Wide, horrifically so, canine teeth flash at the edge of his teary vision, lashes sticking. A hot, pulsing length wedges itself fastly between his slick cleft. Oh, that’s warm, nevermind there’s currently a wolfman in the beginnings of mounting his bitch. Ribbity jerks flattens his struggling pelvis to condensed soil, his own confined cock crushes against his coiled stomach, sticky sperm smears — hot saliva slobbers over his naked nape. Each hauling breath comes wetly, heady musk and disturbed soil drenching his erratic lungs full, dizzying the last working thoughts from his mind in a needless rattle. Mell, despite the glaring circumstance, should feel a shy bit of gratefulness Revuk decided to abruptly shake off his humanity within the safety of the forest instead of the town.
Beastly growls rumble down his wiry spine, each bony notch catching its in ripples, and static fills him first before the panic does. And before Mell could pierce through Revuk’s baser instinct, a scorching tapered head catches an unsuspecting rim — oh. The glide is a mute thing, his mouth slackens, and a wordless scream catches his flaying throat before the tip gapes wider, elastic skin instantly protests. Grunts snarl above the sensitive shell of his ear, and a soggy, balmy thing draws down an earlobe — a long, too long tongue lolls out, breathes steaming close enough to his face Mell could see it. Condensing hotly, its stench still lathered with the intestines of its prey. Gods, gods, gods — his mind stutters and splits as the beast’s cock steadily slides, and slides, blistering skin quivers in static flinches till that thick, twitching thing nestles deep and full.
Hilted, came the useful word, much to Mell’s giddiness. Sweat trickles the dips along the length of his shoulders. And a silly, and rather deranged giggle surges from his chest, unbidden. Thickness sets wrongly into his prostate, flesh itself seemingly shifts under its crushing force — ‘Nh-nmh, mh — ah!’ His swelling cock aches to be touched, to be stimulated in any sort of way yet nothing comes but the slow, fierce grinds — soppy sounds, indecent, truly filthy, and sparks flash over his eyes. Stark, blaring pleasure.
A great puff cuts across his ear, it shakes yielding limbs as a cold damp nose nuzzles down his neck.
‘...mll…’ gruff, notched words came wrongly then, too bitten in with fangs and growls. ‘Mell…Mell...my Mell…’