[ For a moment — and rightly so — Wise is terrified.
There's no other reaction you can have, to being muffled and snatched up and tasted by a beast. The thick fingers pressed against his lips, holding his jaw in place; the barest movement of a hand that forces his neck to one side so that a hot, wet tongue can lick over it — all of these things, rushing at once, faster than Wise can even react to — they're frightening even when it's wanted. Not for the rfirst time, it occurs to Wise that Lycaon could break him, if only he ever wanted to.
He doesn't quite fight or thrash — this ishuge. He's always been large, but in the moment, when he's this forceful — oh, it's intoxicating. The predator in pursuit has caught him at last, and he's going to be devoured. The thought sends a thrill through his lower body, coiling in the pit of his stomach: wanton arousal.
Despite the fear still coursing through his veins, Wise finds himself grinding back against that beastly cock now nestled against his ass.
He tries to say something, but it's muffled; he's making the sweetest little whines. The hot tongue, the wet maw of a beast licking at the thin skin of his neck, as if to test how easily it would break if only Lycaon sunk his fangs in. It's heavenly, even as it's terrifying. ]
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There's no other reaction you can have, to being muffled and snatched up and tasted by a beast. The thick fingers pressed against his lips, holding his jaw in place; the barest movement of a hand that forces his neck to one side so that a hot, wet tongue can lick over it — all of these things, rushing at once, faster than Wise can even react to — they're frightening even when it's wanted. Not for the rfirst time, it occurs to Wise that Lycaon could break him, if only he ever wanted to.
He doesn't quite fight or thrash — this ishuge. He's always been large, but in the moment, when he's this forceful — oh, it's intoxicating. The predator in pursuit has caught him at last, and he's going to be devoured. The thought sends a thrill through his lower body, coiling in the pit of his stomach: wanton arousal.
Despite the fear still coursing through his veins, Wise finds himself grinding back against that beastly cock now nestled against his ass.
He tries to say something, but it's muffled; he's making the sweetest little whines. The hot tongue, the wet maw of a beast licking at the thin skin of his neck, as if to test how easily it would break if only Lycaon sunk his fangs in. It's heavenly, even as it's terrifying. ]