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Howl to the moon. Howl to the moon until your lungs collapse, your heart sinks, and your sole song shall remain.

Old songs and old tales pounded in Havadr's mind as he stomped on the vast expanses, grass crushing beneath his paws as he ran. The celestial and regal moon hung in the sky like a God's eyes, blessing him with sight, amidst the lonely stars.

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[/I]Went his song, the tone carefully picked to convey to his tribe his position and sentiments. He wasn't threatened nor cornered; his legs were to step wherever he desired as long as they remained within the Clan's ground. He ran, enjoying the rush of adrenaline pumping within his body like each full moon brought to his skin and flesh. He smiled at the nocturnal wind carrying fresh scents of prey and plants he rediscovered each year after the migration.

The warm seasons had returned, and so his kin had moved back up north near the mountains, where the younglings would feast and grow in security.

He wasn't the Pack's Alpha nor his mate, yet he found an ounce of delight in the security and, therefore, the peace it brought to his mind.

The females had been fertile, and the males relaxed; the travel far back north had been a breeze. As for their arrival… Well, townfolks might doubt his Tribe's very nature, annually touring the land, but they welcomed their arrival with open arms and spirits. For they brought along trades and trinkets in the carriages. As well as the hands that would help during the harvest season. It will be another restful year for him. Better than the cold ones where the Tribe had been plagued with infighting and the hunt meager. Far better than the year he had fought to become the Alpha's advisor, with many scars under his fur.

He smiled, his long brown ears tingled by the breeze until.

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[/I]A howl. But he didn't recognize it from his tribe. His red eyes darted in the direction of the West. And so followed his bouncing paws, his quadrupedal rush bounding. First were the front paws, stomping on the ground until dirt flew behind him. Then, the hind legs followed and bounced. A pace enjoined by his heartbeat and curiosity.

He was close to the frontier with the other clans' ground, but not enough to hear another howl, usually. That howl was of a hunter, announcing he would be scouring the land for preys.

Soon, the vast expanses turned into shadowed forest, their expansive canopy hiding the moon away, as his run pushed him further… And further. And further. The untrodden paths were abound, but it was easy for Havadr to jump above any obstacles, his muscular body able to contort, twist, and jump without difficulties.

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[/I]He howled, announcing his presence to the potential interloper. The smell of humus and decomposing wood filled his nose. So did the mint and flowering bushes… So did the scent of urine, marking the territory. The further he went, the stronger it was to denote a contention. His… Alpha had warned him he should stay wary near the western border.

But even now… He didn't know why. Not as he stopped and stood up, his paws crushing a half-rotten branch when he saw the Hunter. Havadr's fur, piebald yet tawny and silvery, bristled as he approached, adjusting his posture to go bipedal as he approached. His steps were regular; he controlled his breath. He naturally showed his teeth and prepared his claws in case someone dared to invade his clan's territory.

Instead… he found a young hunter. A Lycan, just like him and enjoying the night. His coat was as white as snow, and the interloper had gray blotches here and there, along with a darker hood atop his head. His ears didn't bear any trinkets befitting hunters of that tribe. Nor markings or paint… A youngling, someone who had barely reached adulthood this year.

Instantly, Havadr's posture relaxed. Then, he approached and watched the Interloper turn his head towards him with wide blue eyes.

“H- Havadr!" shouted the young one, jumping off the log he had been using to rest. He stepped back, barely snarling while his ears dropped, his tail kept between his legs.

“… Do I know you?" asked Havadr, tilting his head and ears while he approached, sniffing. They were at the frontier; that one… hadn't crossed it. Even his prey, a killed rabbit at the belt, was a fair hunt for the youngling.

“N- No," mumbled and stumbled the Lycan, his stuttering marked. “I- … I am… N-not here to t-take your te-territory! I- I'll go! Ta-ta-take my hunt! But don't k-k-kill me!"

“I won't," said Havadr, snarling as his voice sounded a bit more aggressive than he wanted. That one wasn't a threat. He… Was just audacious. Even then, he respected the frontier.

“You-you w-won't?" asked the White Lycan, reaching for his belt to detach his kill.

“Keep your prey. You killed it fair and square. It's yours," said Havadr as he sighed, crossing his arms. He didn't want to be known for browbeating kids, too. He already had a bad name with the other tribes.

“O-Oh," answered the youngling, his hands dropping. Only then did he breathe, and his shoulders dropped. “I… I. I can go, th-then?"

To that question, Havadr shrugged.

“Yes. You are on your territory, near the limit. But… You shouldn't push the limit. Try hunting closer to your kin, next time. Okay, Silver?" he said, nicknaming the kid.

“O- Okay! Tha-Thank y-y-you!" answered the youngling as he turned and dropped on his four legs, but not without wagging his tail at Havadr. Such… A childish way to say goodbye. Yet, it brought a smile to the Lycan as he turned away towards one of the trees marking the limits and frontier between the tribe. He thought a moment… But then he added another layer of scent to it, slathering the bark to ensure nobody would attempt anything stupid before he ran away, already late in his hunt.

However… Even as the day passed and his duties to the tribe continued, his mind returned to that young Lycan. One who had been crazy enough to explore the limits of their territory and almost stop on another clan. It was crazy… Stupid. Yet, not so different from what he had done before.

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[/I]Havadr howled again, back within the forest near the western frontier. Those grounds were fertile for the hunts, and in the last few days, he had scoured them for deers and rabbits. Never the females, as they could be carrying a brood, and it was prohibited to kill a living that hadn't had the chance to enjoy their first breath.

However… tonight. He wasn't so lucky. It seemed he would have to go somewhere else if he so desired to find a prey tonight. The tribe was growing, and he needed to bring something big for them… He needed-

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[/I]Havadr's ears perked at the sound, his powerful shoulders and legs stopping suddenly, to the point his inertia almost threw him off. But he stopped, his ears turning to the frontier. He recognized that voice; he had been there… Was it the same?

Probably yes, still. His curiosity brought the better of him as he approached on his hind legs, his tail swaying behind him.

If it was the same… Why didn't he heed his advice? The old Lycan scowled, his powerful body tensing as he approached back the frontier. His smell was still there, but so was the scent of the youngling… But faint.

Plus… The way he howled…

It all made sense when Havadr approached the same spot the young one had been. There was a fire, clearly something unexpected, in the middle of the forest. The young one had been waiting. His blue eyes darted on the older Lycan, his ears perked, and he waved at Havadr.

“He- Hello! Co-come!" he even said, welcoming Havadr by the firelight.

“Hi? Silver, do you remember what I said about hunting here?" asked Havadr, still sitting on one of the logs that had been “tastefully" placed. It was a shoddy work, as specks of dirt remained on them, not a good way to welcome a guest. But Havadr ignored them and focused on the youngling who smiled a bit, tending to what were… … fish skewers? A salty scent stuck to them, too, and he had used herbs. It smelled good, extremely good.

“Haha," the young one said, chuckling. “Y- Yes! A- About hunting! But- But I'm not hun-hunting! Do- Do you w-want one?"

With that, one skewer was offered to Havadr, who… Salivated over it. And then grabbed it.

“Thank you. But I have nothing to repay you… What's your name? I've called you Silver all that time for your fur. But you got one from your Alpha, right?"

“I- It's too- too long. Sil…ver. Silver. It's a goo-good name! And it's fi-fine! I wanted to t-talk to you!"

“Wait-… Is this a trap?" asked Havadr, showing his teeth, tail bristling, and ears pointing. He had heard of Clans doing such… Dastardly traps. But he smelled nothing, no enemies.

“N- No! It's! It's just m-m-me!" said Silver, his ears dropping and his hands going between his thighs, hiding his… Body behind. “Whe- When I told my A-Alpha I-I met you, he-he told that was im-im-impossible!"

“Why is that?" asked Havadr as he bit into the fish. The scales were hard… But the flesh was so soft, and it tasted… It tasted good. It was salty like needed and the herbs added the complementary fresh flavor. His body relaxed, and his ears fluttered at the meal.

“He- He told me you'd cru-crush me! A we-weakling like me-me coul-couldn't oppose you! Bu-But's it's you… You're Havadr?" he asked, his blue eyes fixated.

To the Alpha's defense… He wasn't wrong. As Havadr's red eyes glanced over Silver, he saw his lanky body. He wasn't so muscular for a Lycan; his stuttering affected even his howl. By any means, it wouldn't be a fair fight between the two… Especially when Havadr was a monster of muscles covered with protective fat, giving him wider limbs and… An added weight necessary for fights.

“Yes. It's me. I'm Havadr… Though, I don't know what a youngling could want from me," he answered.

“Y- Youngling? I- I have th-thirty-four s-s-springs! I- I'm not young! B-but I- want to k-know you!"

Havadr frowned as he looked at Silver… It had been a stupid assumption to guess he was young from his size and weight alone. By any means, he wasn't a runt. But everything from that one was… Perky. Innocent.

“Wait… Why would you… Want to know me?" he asked… And nodded, accepting the second skewer he bit into.

“I- I heard about you-your stories. The But-cher of the Running Gr-green! Is- Is that true y-you killed thr-three Lycans in a sin-single fight, a-lone?"

“It's not fair," answered Havadr, waving his skewer. “I killed two. The third died of his wounds three days later."

“A-And the tw-twenty kni-knights in you-your camp?"

“I wasn't alone. I had the tribe backing me up if I needed to take a breather. Everyone who was involved should be praised."

Havadr said that with a distant voice. People lauded him for those “feats of strength" without considering the events around. It wouldn't be surprising if Silver had been fed lies, and he would be disappointed by the truth.

“Woah!" squealed Silver, his ears perked and his tail wagging. “Yo-You're g-good!"

“I said I wasn't alone. And there were circumstances."

“Y- Yes! But you-you recognize you-you had hel-help! Plus, no-not everyone can do this, e-even with help! I- Kn-now I cou-couldn't!"

To this, Havadr again shrugged while munching on the fish. It tasted great… That guy… He wasn't a hunter, not at all. But a cook? Surely. He had to fish it all and bring it here today.

“Well… What else do you want to know, Silver?"

If Silver had reacted pretty well until now, his ears instantly dropped. His tail stopped, too. And the skin beneath his white seemed redder. He was ashamed.

“I-I…" he started, stuttering and stumbling on his words. “I-Is that tr-ue ab-ab-ab-about females?"

Havadr cocked an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden question. But then, he took a deep breath. He inhaled Silver's scent and… A smile appeared on his face. He didn't sport the smell of a female in heat. And neither did Havadr when Silver imitated him, taking a whiff. Even if it was the season for the Lycans, neither had… Bedded a female.

A kinship. A situation they shared despite the differences in tribe. Havadr didn't miss an occasion as he casually stood up, much to Silver's frightened expression, before he sat by his side, on his left with his legs spread. He smiled, chuckled, and stroked Silver's neck as if to reassure the smaller Lycan.

“I- I-“

“You can touch. But you lust for more, hmm?" teased Havadr, cutting to the chase with a devious grin. It was insulting to cut Silver off, but he was pent-up after months of loneliness. His partners rarely stayed with him, or they stuck to females when it came to the breeding season. As for the human ones, they were around… But he couldn't be himself around them.

Not like that when he reached between Silver's clenched thighs and pried them open with a clawed hand. He found the smaller Lycan trembling and resisting. But only a second before Havadr reached Silver's hefty testicles, snug in that furry scrotum, and that sheath from which peaked a red nub.

Beneath his finger, he stroked that smaller cock slowly arising from its sheath, red like flesh and filled with blood. It throbbed under his caresses while its spaded tip pointed upward, and the wide upper half seemed to glow by the firelight. Havadr smiled at the sight… Just as he smiled when Silver's fingers hooked on his sheath.

Comparatively, Havadr was not only bigger but wider. Whereas he only had to use one digit to hook on Silver's sheath to pull on it… Silver had to use two fingers, and his hand was… Almost tiny compared to the hard mast that slowly stood up from the sheath: veiny, musky, covered with precum and sweat… An abundance of both, although his cock kept leaking more and more precum as it stood erect, almost akin to a fountain.

“Y- Y- You're… So-So big!" almost cried Silver, his eyes focused on that shaft with his nostrils dilated. He sniffed the masculine scent, of pine and smoke, right from Havadr and… Even leaned forward.

“Heh. Most say that… Come," Havadr answered with a grin, clearly appreciating the compliment as he patted his laps, tilting his head forward.

“W-What?" asked Silver, puzzled by the invitation, yet his hand approached the lap.

“Come, sit on it. I want to compare," said Havadr as he chuckled and guided Silver to sit, opening his legs until his cheeks were spread and barely hidden by that wagging tail.

However, it wasn't what Havadr was looking for. No… His red eyes were right on Silver's cock against his, as their groins were joined and pressed together. Indeed, Silver was smaller… Almost twice as small. But it was just… Perfect for Havadr as he looked at Silver and grabbed him by the hands, guiding him.

“I- I'm so… Small," continued the white-furred Lycan, his ears dropping and his breath quick while his hands closed around their shaft's base, holding them close together, so much so Silver's warm nuts rested on Havadr's.

“So… You know how it will end," added Havadr, unashamed as he left Silver to hold them together, to masturbate them, while he leaned on and… Rubbed his muzzle against the smaller male.

Their cold noses pressed together, and then their dance stopped as Havadr tilted his head left and Silver's right. Their mouths approached one another, their respective breaths of flesh and blood meeting. And so… Their mouths joined, their broad and coarse tongue dancing together as Havadr overpowered Silver who… Didn't put up much of a fight. Silver knew he wasn't the dominant here, and respected his place… Contrary to other males Havadr knew.

It made the experience softer and less brutal. Not much pleasant, but different. Simpler, and therefore allowing Havadr to focus on the instant, on themselves, on their touching cocks Silver stroked and touched. He held their dicks together, but it was his paws that pressed them together and gave them the firm strokes that made their ears perk, tails wag, and their breath quicken. Their cocks throbbed together, not in harmony, but joined as their excitation was palpable.

“Ready?"

“Y-Yes!" almost cried Silver when Havadr's precum-coated hands reached for his ass and lifted it. He cried… And his ears dropped when it wasn't to take him… But help him. To prop him closer. Then…

Silver huffed, almost amused, as his hands moved higher, his knees bit on Havadr's lap… And their hips moved in unison, their cocktips touching. With both hands and helped by Havadr, Silver bounced on the bigger male's lap as he frotted their cocks together. He rubbed both in unison, helped by Havadr's precum flowing on and on.

“Not yet," said Havadr, huffing and breaking the kiss instead to lean his chin on Silver's shoulder, allowing his partner to do the same. “Lube… it first."

His tone was rougher, harsher. He ordered Silver; he urged him to follow… And properly prepare him. Them. Both. To have their cocks rubbing and pressing together, touching and nudging, the skin fondled by Silver's soft hands.

The smaller Lycan had soft fingers, with pads barely used by conflict and war. They were… So smooth, it was a heavenly caress for the bigger Lycan. He huffed, puffed, sighed when those pads danced over his skin and that pointy dick kept nudging his sensitive upper half.

“Ye-Yeah, that spot," he even confirmed when Silver's index closer near his tip, just below the spade. Just… Where he was the most sensitive. Where only a few caresses were enough to drive him crazy and needy.

The spot Silver brushed, touched, stroked, and finally squeezed… Before Havadr grunted and… Came.

He came with a low huff, not a grunt or a loud howl. A mere huff right by Silver's perky eyes as he sighed and… Felt his cum, sticky and dense, spread over his cock and Silver's… Even reaching down to his sheath as he always came too much… Yet, even as his short-lived orgasm receded, Havadr remained hard and his dick spurting, his prostate clenching to produce more fluids.

“You… Have good hands," he said, his fingers biting in Silver's soft cheeks, mainly composed of fat rather than dry muscles. He had a cushiony ass, much to Havadr's pleasure.

“T-Thank… I-… I- I- I'm spent," said Silver with a nervous chuckle, his head backing away as he looked down… Imitated by Havadr.

Whereas Havadr remained hard, Silver's dick was soft and cum coated. But by smelling it, it seemed the smaller male had reached his orgasm, too. And yet.

“I'm not done, Silver," said Havadr with a smile, going for Silver's throat to kiss it and lick while he hefted the male.

“W-W-Wait! N-Not done?" cried Silver, his legs too weak to kick the air as he was hefted, his coated groin dripping all over Havadr's lower belly and torso until he was aligned… And placed above the bigger Lycan, right above that erect red cock.

“Not done. It's only an orgasm… I plan to get more from you… To have all night for us," said Havadr as he licked his lips, flashing his teeth.

“M-Moon!"

“You've never heard of my stamina, don't you?" asked Havadr, laughing at the smaller Lycan's eagerness and innocence as his cock poked between those furry cheeks. Like he thought, they were soft and… Already spreading naturally. That kind of ass was too good to be ignored. People didn't know what they missed when they refused to mingle with people of the same gender.

“N-No. Y-Y-you m-mean it?"

“I'll take you all night? Oh yes. It's been weeks since I fucked! My balls are full!"

He wasn't wrong. His testicles had been churning with life and needs. The mere thought of taking Silver's ass made his cock spurt more whiteish precum. He… had to take that ass, to claim it, to conquer it.

He did.

He lowered Silver's hips, his tip nudging the tight asshole. And as he passed over it, he felt how Silver clenched his sphincter. That hole was tight, so tight… yet, Havadr probed it and touched it, slathering it with precum and cum as the poor male above kept whining and moaning.

“I-I-I'm no-no-not ready!" said Silver, his ears right and his tail against his legs. He was afraid… Yet, he didn't know.

He didn't know how resilient his body was. Nor how needy Havadr was.

As with a sudden movement, Havadr forced inside, and Silver howled. The smaller Lycan howled to the moon only to stop when his head tilted right and his ass released.

“It doesn't hurt as much as you think, heh," chuckled Havadr, feeling how that tight pucker released its steel grip and allowed him to go inside. Slowly, after that rough shock, but steadily as he fed more inches within that delicious and warm hole.

“N-n-no," gasped Silver, his eyes wide… And his ears dropped while Havadr's cum-slathered cock progressed within him.

After a good second, Silver even felt that cocktip nudge his prostate… And stop on it: Havadr had stopped his arms, instead keeping his lover steady so he could enjoy the moment, the nudge… The strokes against that virgin spot.

“W-W-why do-do-do you st-stop?" asked Silver, swallowing back the saliva backing in his mouth. His cock was starting to get hard, once more, and his belly… Didn't look as soft as before, even with only the tip.

“To let you feel before I really take you, Silver. Do you feel it, when I press there?" asked Havadr with a grin, moving his lover's hips to give that prostate a lovetap.

“Y-Y-Yes! It-it-it's very go-good!" moaned Silver, gritting his teeth as with each lovetap, his cock seemed to bounce back to life only to drop a bit the second after.

“It'll be even better after I knotted you," affirmed Havadr with a shit-eating grin.

“N-NO!" shouted Silver.

But it was too late. Havadr already pulled the white-furred Lycan's hips down, forcing the smaller male to endure as Havadr's upper half fully inserted within him and stretched that rim thin. Not only that, though, as the bigger Male kept pulling down. And spurting precum within Silver's soft reaches.

It was a rough mating, but Havadr smiled, even laughed, and huffed while he watched Silver writhe in phantom pain and fear. Yet… each inch stole a gasp from Silver. Each inch made that resistance more futile and lessened it. Until the kicking legs stopped, the hands gripped Havadr's shoulders, and Silver's muzzle rested atop his lover's head.

“Y-Y-You w-w-want it?" he finally asked, breathing.

Their bodies were almost joined… Havadr's shaft was mainly inside, with only his wide and red knot at the entrance, out of its sheath and exposed to the breeze. Each heartbeat followed a throb of that knot, pulsating with life and needs. Much like the bulge formed by the whole length deeply inserted within Silver.

Those soft guts had entirely disappeared, instead imprinting Havadr's cock as he watched with pride and levity. He chuckled, giving Silver's neck a nudge with his nose.

“As much as you want it, Silver. I know… You want it."

It wasn't possible to lie when Silver's cock was as hard as Havadr and dripping, throbbing with lust while his tail wagged like crazy. It was his first time, plausibly, and he loved getting his prostate toyed with. Which… Was perfect for Havadr as he pressed his knot against the rim, threatening to split it open.

“G-Go for it."

Havadr smiled, his knot pushing and nudging the entrance. He would have laughed, but Silver wasn't… One used to be around men, especially when his tight hole had never been knotted. So he kept it quiet, though his eyes brimmed with an intense joy and malice.

His hands lowered his prize, slowly descended Silver, and then pulled on his thigh. At first, the smaller Lycan only felt the Knot's weight against his asshole. Then, the gravity pushed his body against it. Then Havadr's strength dragged him down and… Forcing.

“Moon!" he cried, his eyes rolling while his ass stretched and stretched. His rim thinned, it opened, and then. The hard knot slipped inside, stealing a gasp from the smaller Male as he howled to the moon.

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“How does it feel?" said Havadr, no longer hiding his elation and grin, as drool dripped from his mouth. He enjoyed the sensation of that rim and ass squeezing against his knot and below it, right by his cockbase. He was into Silver, firmly into him. And yet, it wasn't… The most he could do. He could knotfuck him if Silver so desired. He could ruin that tight hole until

only He could bring pleasure. A one-sized hole only for him… But he didn't. Silver would-

“G-G-Good! T-Take me!" said Silver, his mouth contorted into a pleasing smile. For a second, Havadr didn't know what to say. But he felt something hot against his belly: Silver's shot.

“Oh… Well. You're in for a ride. You sure?" he asked, unsure if he desired it, too.

“Yes! Ta-ta-take me! Fu-Fuck me w-w-with your k-k-knot!"

“Okay," conceded Havad, feigning to look away before he glanced at Silver's desperate expression and… leaned forward to kiss the smaller Lycan. His ravenous lips jumped at Silver's mouth, tasting those lips again and silencing his muffles while he pulled on those hips and lifted them.

His arms bulged from the strain, from the effort. Still, he lifted Silver from his lap while his knot tugged at his rim, nearly forcing it to prolapse. The flesh was tense, so tense… But it opened. It opened, and with a plop, Havadr's dick was freed, and so was Silver's stuffed belly, going flat on a second. He also sighed, released of the weight and pressure that Knot instilled within.

Only for that mouth to clench, those eyes to close, and that breath to turn into a hissy exhalation when Havadr's knot hammered against the hole a second time. Its passage was faster, as Silver's hole was accustomed for a second time.

Yet, a slight tinge of pain and melded pleasure followed Havadr's pull and push, as his massive dick pushed within… And pulled on the rim until it opened, allowing the knot to slip. At that moment, Havadr locked lips with his lover and forced him to open up. Forced him to partake in that kiss as their bodies moved in unison. Quivers and shivers were in tandem as Havadr's body tensed, and a climax neared his soul. After a long time, he was enjoying the delight and satisfaction of someone's tight hole clenching and massaging his knot on the way in and out. He enjoyed his partner's small whines as that knot was about to pass and stretch that orifice to the utmost.

The more that back and forth continued, the more that hole gaped and opened. The more Silver's pained expression turned into abandonment to pleasure; his mouth contorted into an unmistakable smile as more fluids were pressed against Havadr's belly. Silver loved it. Silver loved to have his tight hole knotfucked and his prostate lovingly crushed.

As for Havadr? He hissed and trembled but held on. He held on as his orgasm progressed and heightened, a ball of needs coalescing in his groin. A weight he had to bear as its presence hammered against his mind. He wanted to cum. To climax so hard.

But he wanted to feel it… the moment. The instant.

The perfection.

He hastened his pace, moved with precision, and forgot his body and limbs as his mind was only on his needs. No more sounds, no more woods, no more moon, nothing but Silver's tight hole as he clenched his lips, gritted his teeth, and… Grunted.

A low… Brutish. Grunt.

That was it. His spark. His moment of grace. His firework. His unleashed love.

His prostate exploded with pleasure and life, filling Silver in a thunderous and endless flood. And yet, Havadr's prostate didn't seem to stop as it was contracted again… And again. And each contraction sent both shivers up his spine and shots up Silver's guts.

Until… Until Havadr returned. His eyes stopped rolling in their sockets and focused on Silver, his expression as taken as was Havadr's. That smile, those eyes, those dilated nostrils, that soft cock coated with cum… And that belly almost round from Havadr's cum.

“Hh… That… Was."

“G-Good!"

Havadr nodded along, smiling to himself and Silver as he carefully lifted him; therefore releasing the wave of cum right onto the logs and the ground before them. He picked his partner up and watched his limp legs drop, making Havadr chuckle.

“Fu-Fuck, I-I-I'm to-too ti-tired!" said Silver, barely managing to lift a toe… Before he nearly cried Havadr hoisted up in his arms, both coated in fluids and reeking of love.

“Don't worry," he said, licking his partner's muzzle and smiling at Silver. “I'll take care of you and ensure you'll never forget that night."