Trouble on the Way

When she touched the wound, stretching the skin to reveal the depth of it, a low growl resonated from inside of him. It was in response to the searing tinge of pain that emerged after she touched it. But he knew it was part of the treatment, and would be worse when she started putting pressure on it. Whether it was him or someone else, it had to be done, because it wasn’t going to heal great on its own. It needed some type of herbal concoction, and if this girl wanted to use her supplies, treat it, and give him something for pain, he would allow it.

A sign slipped through the rumbling, his gaze having settled on her, to watch what she was doing. Because she hadn’t earned any of his trust yet. He didn’t look away as she leaned in closer, examining it more thoroughly. Then she licked him. His pelt bristled, a squirmy, tickling sensation igniting inside of his abdomen, before it spread up into his chest. It wasn’t just the pain that warranted the reaction. But it was also a wave of lust that coursed inside of him. He shifted slightly, straightening out his hind limb to reveal the part of him that would show his increasing arousal. If she noticed it, he couldn’t tell just yet. But if she played her cards right, he was going to give her that payment sooner than anticipated.

But then she moved away to gather more items, which left him irked. High and dry. His gaze shifted to follow her, and he noticed that his cognition was a bit slower than usual. The pain had also subsided a bit, but he assumed that was because she wasn’t touching it anymore. Was it the smoke? Once she gathered her supplies, she chewed it up, and started applying the salve. Another groan escaped him, intertwining with a growl. “Licking felt better.” He pestered, lips curling into a smirk. “You just need to go lower.” He stretched out his hind leg again, flashing her just where he wanted her to lick. He was so disgusting.  


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