Take Me
08-23-2015, 09:55 PM
Inch by inch the boy's back began to arch like a wave from the man's touch, a shiver running up the boys spine as the tongue ran the opposite direction his fur grew. Eyes closed tight and his claws were dug into the hard earth, excitement evident between his thighs, even if he knew he would not be taking any action with it. Squirrel wanted more, wanted his body explored and used like it had been in his previous pack. A line of men ready to put the boy to good use, unable to move in the end. Oh how he missed them.
Finally it would come, feeling limbs lay over his shoulders. Without a sound the smaller man would readjust himself and distribute his weight to hold up the larger man, a light yelp escaping his jaws at his scruff suddenly being grabbed hard. He could feel the sting of the man's fangs piercing his flesh, blood starting to trickle up and seep into the surrounding hairs. Tongue flopped out the side of his mouth, moaning quietly and spreading his back legs for the man.
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