Thread: Bound [Sethron and Sigr]

Hrrrr... Ezer grumbled, his powerful legs advancing a bit, his groin closer and closer, that slick piece of wolf meat bigger as it got within inches of Navie's face. If the expression in Navie's face reached what once was a man, the beast didn't show it, its claws firmly planted on his back. The creature's prick was up to full mast, it's length roughly one of Navie's own arms, even if that menacingly close seemed larger, wider. Its flared tip was dripping a little bit, the translucent substance seemingly sticky, as it grazed his cheek leaving a bright and wet trail of it. Ezer groaned, sounding frustrated if such a thing was open to interpretation, as his meat struck over and over against Navie's face, nose, lips. His claws gripped a little tighter, thin threads of blood lining down Navie's back. It didn't mind if it started as a protest, a cry of pain, desperate search for air or the start of a spell. As soon as Navie's mouth opened a little, the flared tip of that beastly cock found its way in, making him gag all over it, its girth pushing the jaw into a most uncomfortable position. Of course, the length of that had no way of getting inside him, but the monster still managed to push pass his uvula into the throat, scrapping sore where nothing should reach, covering itself with thick drool. The grunts sounded excited, clearer, faster, as that pulsing piece of meat was driven again and again into Navie's mouth, pushing tears out of his eyes. Those red eyes were focused on him, and seemed to brighten with each and every laborious gasp, every cough, every tear their owner managed to cause as the wet gargling sounds echoed in the forest against the rumor of the calm river. As suddenly as it got in, Ezer's lupine member abandoned Navie's mouth, glistening bright with his fluids, allowing some time for the small Dragonkin to cough and spit, finally getting more air into his lungs, his sore throat mistreated by that animal. His prick was still hard, no, even harder than before, and soon the beast seemed to be doing something to calm himself. Hrrr... he looked at Navie, as if sizing him up, drinking in every emotion he was feeling. The beast didn't seem hungry for his flesh, at least he didn't show a craving for it, but he sure was feeding of his suffering, his humiliation and embarrassment. Forcibly turning Navie around to show his back to the monster, Ezer got hold of his right armpit with his right claw, using the left one to grab his left thigh. Standing how tall he was, the beast rose Navie's form in the air above his head, and howled. The monster didn't seem to be about to split him in half though, as soon Navie could feel that wet nose, those sharp teeth close to the base of his tail. The feat of those mandibles closing in his tail was there, but what he received was another attack of that rough tongue, tentatively wandering around his cock and balls from behind, seemingly in the search for something. It was warm, sticky and strong, and seemed almost incredible that no long ago such thing entered his mouth, but it wasn't stopping there. Soon it reached his ass, embarrassingly licking the area to end up fiercely plunging in, the thick drooling muscle wandering his insides, seemingly intent on tasting its every crevice, sounds of wet shame coming from between his cheeks.