Wriothesley groans, imagining the claws back in him, probing deeper and deeper, claws pressing upwards into his lungs. It would hurt so beautifully.
He's surprised as the horns spiral out of Scar's skull, nearly hitting him, but he just laughs, low and pleased. They're long and thick and beautiful, curving backward in a perfect arc. He strokes his hand along the length of one, enjoying the sensation of the smooth ridges, rubbing the skin at the base, wondering if it's sensitive. "Showing off for me, are you? Letting me taste the beast? Good boy, you're so beautiful, you deserve it." He's getting a bit breathless now, his thrusts only speeding up. It's exciting, seeing Scar let loose a bit again. He wants more. Waiting a week is going to be hard.
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He's surprised as the horns spiral out of Scar's skull, nearly hitting him, but he just laughs, low and pleased. They're long and thick and beautiful, curving backward in a perfect arc. He strokes his hand along the length of one, enjoying the sensation of the smooth ridges, rubbing the skin at the base, wondering if it's sensitive. "Showing off for me, are you? Letting me taste the beast? Good boy, you're so beautiful, you deserve it." He's getting a bit breathless now, his thrusts only speeding up. It's exciting, seeing Scar let loose a bit again. He wants more. Waiting a week is going to be hard.