Despite all their good intentions there was soon a frenzy to be inside me.
Even I could catch my own primal scent. Accentuated as the Mating Moon cast its hazy yellow glow over the Wixwood.
Vanquish snarled at them both as he lifted me. Tucking my legs around his hips and showing me how to lock my heels.
The other two whined in objection. Shrill, desperate sounds.
He balanced me with a cheek in each of his palms. His fingers just slipping into the crease to massage my inner lips as he walked with me.
He shoved my back against the wall a bit roughly in his excitement. His eyes going slitted yellow.
He lifted my thighs and entered me. Impaling me on his c**k.
I thrashed a moment unused to the depth. Scraping my heels along his calves, as I struggled for footing to climb off him
