Thread: Avalon (afternight x hat-tori)

It was funny, how bashful Brightfur seemed to be for a wizard -- or, well, a sorceror's apprentice, anyway -- who had summoned a sex-slave from another dimension. He even kept his boxers on... with a hardon clearly visible inside them, which would have eliminated any uncertainty about his intentions had any existed to eliminate. Then again, Danny supposed the bashfulness made its own kind of sense... maybe the wolf was the fantasy equivalent of the guys he'd gone to high school with who'd fantasized about robot girlfriends and stuff. Which at the same time left him feeling a little bit more kindly towards his pervy captor, and also a great deal dirtier about what was about to happen. Also, that last command left Danny feeling a little confused. Was Brightfur telling him what to think? If so, mission definitely accomplished sleeping in the nude was much better. But since Danny had always pretty much thought that, he was pretty sure that wasn't the effect of magic. And honestly, much as he might like to pretend otherwise, he knew perfectly well that Brightfur had meant it as an instruction. But , he realized, he'd left it vague who was supposed to be sleeping in the nude! So with a broad grin Danny snatched the waistband of the wolf's shorts and yanked them down to his ankles. Which, on some consideration, was perhaps not nearly as clever as he'd thought, as it left him crouched down at eye-level in front of a swollen wolf-cock. Pantsing someone wasn't nearly so rebellious when they were in the process of commanding you to fuck! He stared at the wolf-cock for a long moment, expecting to be ordered to do something with it, or to it, or... well, something. Which, frankly, was a little terrifying. And exciting, if he was being honest. Which he totally wasn't. When no such command was forthcoming... at least, not instantly... Danny remembered the remainder of the implicit command, and began removing his own clothes. It was a more complicated arrangement than Brightfur's, it seemed, and Danny went about it the same way he might play strip poker, preserving his modesty for as long as he could. So his boots came off first, then his socks, then his jacket and his shirt. Then his pants dropped to the floor, leaving him wearing nothing but a pair of red cotton jockey shorts... all of which, reluctant as he was to admit it, had left the outline of his more-than-half-erect cock clearly visible through the thin fabric. And a moment later left much more than the outline visible, as his shorts joined his pants on the ground. He felt strangely on display, as though he was a model or something. Which he totally wasn't. Not that he was bad to look at... Ultimate didn't give him washboard abs or anything, but it kept him fit and lean and decently muscled. And apparently the tattoos didn't extend much past his wrists, so there wasn't much other than an old appendectomy scar to break up the expanse of pale hairless abdomen other than the thatch of reddish-brown pubic hair that somehow never quite seemed to match the much lighter red on his head. He liked to think that his package made up for it, though, as far as interest-level went.