Perhaps he is in the wrong position for it, but as he watches his husband drop without hesitation to his knees and obediently begin licking his spend from his thighs, Essek feels absolutely ravenous. He is going to take every bit of this man into himself and keep it. He is going to hold his seed deep within his body and grow it. He is going to join with him, belong to him, own him. He loves him, man and wolf alike, so fully that it feels impossible to be complete without him.
His utterly ruined smalls slide off his legs and Percival delves eagerly into his cunt. Essek throws his head back and moans. His hips roll, unrestrained, grinding against his face. Slim dark fingers take hold of his short pale hair in a mercilessly tight grip.
"I know you've been thinking about this, my greedy boy." His voice is breathless and triumphant, and his violet eyes absorb and refract the dim light within the carriage, making them flash faintly. "I know you've wanted it. This is your reward for being so good." He wonders if this is the wolf's influence, or if Percival had this compulsion before he was ever changed.
He is burning with arousal; his cunt is hot and aching with it, leaking over his beautiful, needy human's lips and chin, onto his eager tongue, squeezing and trembling when it pushes deep inside to taste him. Essek can't keep his hips against the seat. When he licks all the way up to his cock, Essek gasps sharply and pulls at his hair, directing him from the base up to the leaking tip. "Open your mouth," he commands. Light, he wants to fuck up into it, to hold him where he is and take all he can.
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His utterly ruined smalls slide off his legs and Percival delves eagerly into his cunt. Essek throws his head back and moans. His hips roll, unrestrained, grinding against his face. Slim dark fingers take hold of his short pale hair in a mercilessly tight grip.
"I know you've been thinking about this, my greedy boy." His voice is breathless and triumphant, and his violet eyes absorb and refract the dim light within the carriage, making them flash faintly. "I know you've wanted it. This is your reward for being so good." He wonders if this is the wolf's influence, or if Percival had this compulsion before he was ever changed.
He is burning with arousal; his cunt is hot and aching with it, leaking over his beautiful, needy human's lips and chin, onto his eager tongue, squeezing and trembling when it pushes deep inside to taste him. Essek can't keep his hips against the seat. When he licks all the way up to his cock, Essek gasps sharply and pulls at his hair, directing him from the base up to the leaking tip. "Open your mouth," he commands. Light, he wants to fuck up into it, to hold him where he is and take all he can.