His strokes quickened. “Such a messy girl,” Aitu teased. “I’ve loved you for a while now.”
“You would be my female?”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be. “Such a messy girl,” Aitu teased. “Fill me with your pups.”
Aitu pulled back a little and looked into Dyri’s eyes. Something strange was happening the more Dyri grew to know Aitu. I’ve been thinking about you for some time.”
Aitu stopped, earning a whimper from Dyri. His balls tightened as the tongue pressed against the space between his sack and ass. That was until after the New Year’s celebration. These thoughts made the days when the other males came to use him much easier to bear. The shaman’s magic has made your skin so soft, your hair silky, and your lips full and soft.”
Aitu’s tongue traced the line of Dyri’s lips. His mind was too full of Aitu. This time, Dyri wanted to be knotted to Aitu more than anything.
