He sucked at the thick muscle and pressed his tongue against it, savoring the lingering taste of mead. Big cock Sharp claws trailed along Dyri’s soft flesh as Aitu idly caressed him. I’ve been thinking about you for some time.”
Aitu stopped, earning a whimper from Dyri. Aitu’s ears perked up. Dyri moaned at the contact. He no longer grew a beard, or hair anywhere on his chest, back, legs, and groin. Neither said a word as Aitu eased down to lay on top of Dyri. During the night, Dyri imagined Aitu would come to him. Now he felt Aitu’s sheath pressed against his rear, the tapered tip of his shaft rubbing against the sensitive pucker. Nothing pleases a male more than observing pleasure on his partner’s face.”
Dyri’s heart pounded against his chest.
