“Turn over for me, sweetling. The human groaned in response. For his punishment, Dyri was tied to a post and every available male member of the tribe was allowed to take turns with him. “Is my beautiful snow drop ready for more?”
Dyri held his arms over his face to hide the post-orgasm blush. It didn’t take long before his paw was slick with her precum, he was able to slide his paw along her shaft with ease, working her to a peak. The wolf leaned over him, his warm breath on Dyri’s neck as he licked the sweat from his skin. Everyone, even Inotogo, called him Chilam, and addressed him as a woman. Dyri moaned at the contact. All the while his rough paws caressed the human’s body. He merely flopped onto the bed, landing on his back with a grunt.
