Aitu sat up and stroked his cock with Chilam’s cum. Now he felt Aitu’s sheath pressed against his rear, the tapered tip of his shaft rubbing against the sensitive pucker. He took in a deep breath and could smell the fire and mead mingled into the hunter’s fur. A strong arm wrapped around his waist. For some reason, when Aitu said it, the name felt different. He’d never felt a touch so gentle, yet nothing could stop the growing erection that pressed against Aitu’s side. I want to taste you.” Aitu’s voice growled with the gravelly tone of a dominant male. He never realized how much smaller he was compared to the hunter. “I need you.”
Aitu laughed softly. Aitu’s tongue wasn’t the first to do this, but he was the first to do it with any degree of tenderness. Aitu, one of the hunters who had brought him to the cursed place. He imagined him coming to his bed, pressing him back into the soft mattress, and taking him.
