Lord of the Manor

I could still feel my own cursed arousal tenting my trousers, and shurush's foul scent played across my nostrils. "what... what did you do?" i asked, my voice wispy and strained. **_i corrected a notion, pet. you are mine.

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Upon Crooked Foundations

'scent play', as the ram had defined it for him before. folgren wasn't particularly thrilled about showing this side of himself to his colleague, but at least he wasn't on the submissive side of things. this time.

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