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THE RED BARON

CHAPTER 1

My name is Galkiel Rubeus. I am the Viceroy Dragon in charge of the Kalburn region, the seventh son of a long line of dragons, mostly female. Born with the peculiarity of being dressed in a natural shell of ruby scales and sapphire eyes, I have always been considered a spectacle for the eyes and this certainly has raised the gene of pride in me.

I am called the Red Baron, both for my scales and for my tendency to look for pleasure in the arms of men and women, all together during parties where what matters is having fun.

My tastes in terms of sex created a stir and constant chatter, so much so that mothers hid their daughters away from me to prevent them from being corrupted by my charm; at the same time the brave young nobles gathered fearful, aware that although I was no longer the leader of the past, I was still one of the most powerful magicians on the planet.

Some are risking loudly to question my sanity, accusing me of being in league with the Corruptors, one of their Servant sent to gather new slaves to offer to the Corruption Masters... which obviously is false: after all that I did to stop them, probably the Dark ones would rather see me dead.

I admit that my taste in sex can be considered somewhat questionable. I appreciate the company of women and men in equal measure, I do not disdain the fun and the variety, I find the wonderful intimacy even when shared with more than one lover, I consider the perversion a diversion to normal and I feel at ease both as a dominator that as a submissive.

Perhaps it was too predictable that I will have drawn the Corruptors' attention to me, even considering my previous position as Brigadier on the ever-open front in America, where the fault spits out terrifying monstrosities from unimaginable dimensions. Perhaps it was my soul that was everything but innocent, my dedicattion to passion, to unbridled and different sex, discreet but at the same time devoid of shame. Perhaps it was my condition of convalescence, after months of battle against wounds that had dragged me slowly toward the abyss of death. Maybe because they thought they were finding a weak individual unable to resist the temptation of corruption. Or maybe because I was not a dragon from birth, but once I had been human...

Whatever the answer, I remember that there was an event that started all the other events, like the first piece of a sequence of falls.

That evening, at a party at my mansion, I had spotted a series of notable specimens, both male and female, but one above all had won my curiosity. Nermis Gadsran was a member of the tribe of the Wolves, among the few animorphic races that he still preferred to reside in the woods and the immense plains, living mostly thanks to hunting and fishing. They were considered savages, uneducated, uncivilized and definitely not recommendable.

Convinced more than ever then that it was an excellent opportunity to find out if those rumors were true or not, I approached the big black fur wolf. He was dressed simply, with a loincloth that only accentuated his manhood, a simple toga that barely covered his massive chest and a long dark mantle of Liranodon skin, one of the most dangerous predators that inhabited the plains. While all the others guests around him hid their bodies as if they were humans, Nermis was barefoot and all that magnificent muscular and hard body was proudly displayed.

But if that warrior physique attracted me greatly, it was his marvelous golden eyes that left me dumbfounded. It was the first thing I told him when I introduced myself. He smiled and I could admire his sharp and hard features that softened a little.

"And you are not so bad to be a dragon!" He replied, becoming the center of glances of contempt. Obviously he would have to bow, follow the label, since in spite of everything I was the governor of the region, but I liked his informality. Then he put down his glass and introduced himself, with a slight bow and showing that all the voices about them were false and stupid.

"Viceroy, it is an honor to meet you." He asserted, but without embarrassment, and this immediately made me realize that he was not trying to repair his behavior because of a previous mistake. "A party where the landlord offers such good food and good wine is a sure success!" He continued, offering me a glass of dark beer.

"The pleasure is mine, honorable Gadsran" I answered, accepting the dark beer.

"Nothing honorable. These court formalities stuck in my stomach worse than a bone." He said, with a polite smile, but with a sure voice.

"Besides having beautiful eyes, Nermis, you also have taste in beer. I'm impressed." I revealed him, looking at him over the mug.

"And you, in addition to having great taste in food, also have great taste in castles!" His sentence surprised me, but I let it go on and I realized that the more I talked to him and more inside of me was growing the desire to drag him to bed. "This fortress is extraordinary! Although my clan is very sober, I have traveled a lot and seen palaces and mansion of all kinds. But this castle, I do not know why exaclty, but it is enchanting. Perhaps for his being so... similar to a fairy-tale? Dark drapes, white and black marble tiles, all gothic and white ... it looks like Snow White Castle, mature version!" I stared at that big pile of war and death experience that talked about fairy tales and I wondered how it could be that two things so far away could interest the same person.

"Happy that you like my home. I put a lot of effort into making it cozy and... fairytale. I have to admit it, I did not believe that someone like you could like this kind of houses, so gorgeous and inefficient!" My words were sincere and I certainly did not want to offend him.

"And why should someone like me not appreciate? We choose the simplicity of living in the forests and in the caves, viceroy. But this is not why we do not build fortresses and structures!" He replied scornfully, attracting other glares to himself.

"I did not mean to offend you at all. But for many, whether they are wolves or eagles or fish, even a castle is a cage when the ceiling is the sky and the bed is the roots of the trees. Something I can understand very well! I recently visited one of your districts and I can say without shame that one did not live if he did not drink blood wine, danced the Baritad and slept with his head confused by the roots." I replied, facing his gaze with a grin.

I must point out I am about a meter and ninety centimeters tall, medium wide shoulders, fairly large arms, once I was sculpted and muscular, but of that strength there remains only a veil of muscles. I know that to many my appearance still can intimidates. But Nermis was another twenty centimeters more higher than me, he was bigger than me and when his eyes fixed on me, I must admit, I had the impulse to look down. A male alpha, a dish too delicious to resist!

He smiled again, passing me a chicken skewer.

"In my village we normally sleep all together under the same big tent, which wraps around the father tree. But I still prefer to sleep where I can wake up with the dew that covers my fur. Dawn is my alarm clock, no mechanism to show me when it's time to go back to reality." In his look I noticed a romantic glow.

"I'm chilly!" I joked and perhaps a little bit stoned from the beer, I risked to make a terrible fool "When I visited the district I fell asleep between two wol...I mean, wool blanket. Of the two wolves that had hosted me." Better to be always cautious with someone you do not know.

"Ah! You dragons spit fire and use magic, but nothing warms like a fur. Or a lover." His cavernous voice uttered the last part in a whisper, his head lowered towards me to prevent the indiscreet ears from hearing too much.

"The evening here is quiet and it seems that nobody needs my presence... despite preferring words to weapons, I have a collection of swords that everyone envies me." I said, putting down the now empty mug and grabbing a bottle of Black Liquor, called also Blood of the Lovers.

"I know instead that you have a truly unique collection of pre-cataclysmic texts. Maybe I could stop a few hours tomorrow, instead of visiting the city... if I do not disturb, of course! I do not want to look like an invasive person, but I rarely get lucky enough to see a library like those of the past!" He said, genuinely excited by the thing.

Thinking of an excuse to be alone, I did not believe in his only interest in my library: the technologies allowed anyone to access Alexandria, the immense database that contained every single volume ever written by a sentient being on planet Earth. Although the Wolves lived almost without any digital technology, they were not completely devoid of them and Nermis, I discovered, was very careful to keep himself informed and adored reading the fairy tales that saw the evil wolf as the protagonist.

The library of my castle was the most beautiful and well-kept room of the structure, which I personally conceived and designed. It was where the family chapel once stood and the ancient frescoes had been restored perfectly, the ancient bookcases protected the texts with thick glass, keeping books dating back to the Middle Ages safe. The ancient desk placed at the square apse was surrounded by a bookcase overflowing with ancient texts. The ancient gothic windows illuminated the hall, also helped by the large rose window above the door leading to the raised garden of the castle. I loved that place, full of knowledge and intimate recollection.

The wolf was entranced by the place and complimented me without reserve for the beauty of the place, remaining amazed at the raised garden so close to a place that in theory had to remain as far away from humidity as possible. When I showed the small anteroom between the open space and the library, equipped with sensors and other technological devilries, he understood that I had also posed the same problem a long time ago and I had worked to resolve it.

The party noises came muffled and the music helped to make our chat even more intimate.

"Ah! I really hoped you had a copy of it!" Nermis said, pointing to an old copy of the Grimm brothers's stories in the library.

With the excuse of seeing what he was pointing at, I press my body against his, breathing in his scent for a moment. It smelled of wood, of wild, of fruit, with a note of still fresh sweat. I felt the excitement rise again and the agitation bite my stomach, still not quite sure about him.

Being homosexual in the animorphic society was not a great scandal, but irritating an ambassador during a party could cost me dear before the council of the Viceroys!

He seemed to notice nothing and when I opened the case to allow him to look at the beautifully decorated copy, I was rather disappointed. Maybe he was really just interested in books...

It did not take long before the Black Liquor was uncorked and poured into glass goblets and soon it was time to talk about more virile matters: women. Sitting on the slightly sheltered chairs of the library, we chatted.

"From the Red Baron, I was definitely expecting something more lavish in terms of servitude! We always talk about your dungeons of women in chains and parties based on sex and orgies! The gossip about you is really ridiculous!" Nermis affirmed and I with a languid smile and with narrow eyes I looked at him and replied "Maybe it'"

He looked at me curiously and I hid behind a sip of liquor.

"Well, I do not see anything wrong with that. Spend the day splitting your ass for your entire region... if sometimes you have fun with someone, you have all the right to do so!" He ruled without delay. "Always that you do it in legality... means!"

"My thought exactly!" I lifted the glass "To such pragmatism!" Nermis answered and our glasses tinkled.

"Between us..." The voice of the wolf was a whisper "But there was a period where there was no night without the snow-capped clan organizing an orgy. It was four years ago and I was invited to this village. I introduce myself and after long discussions for a prey that jumped from one border to another, I realize that we were in the tent only me and the chief tribe... So, the chief told me -Now ... I hope will participate in the party tonight!-" Nermis stopped and drank a long sip of Liquor Nero, making me savor the dramatic pause "I obviously said yes, convinced that there would be some fight or some dance. Well... he took off all his clothes, remaining all naked. Consider it is a mixed tribe, there are wolves and dogs of all kinds. Well this was a well-placed husky and what do I see? A cage that enclosed his genitals!" Another sip of Liquor.

I knew that husky, his name was Tormal and he was absolutely submissive of his wife. But he was an exceptional strategist, an expert of the territory and an expert hunter. As well as one of the best threesomes of my life.

Nermis start the conversation again "His lady enter... and she tells me -I see that the boss has already put himself comfortably ... on all fours, whore!- And he performs! All wagging!" The wolf laughed with gusto, giving himself sound slap on the tonic legs. "The girl looks at me and says -Do you want to fuck the village chief?- I was speechless! In short: what could I do? If I said no, maybe I looked rude and really... they caught me off guard! And then... among the wine I had offered, considering that the beautiful she-wolf was naked in front of me with a collar, considering that I had not fucked for months... Fuck... I should not tell you but, Keep your mouth shut!" His embarrassment was evident and he suddenly became reluctant to speak, perhaps blocked by my silence and my sharp look.

"And without too many qualms you've fucked the village chief I hope." I finished, sipping my glass.

He seemed to relax thanks to my interested tone. "You can say it loud, Galkiel!" He confessed. I could smell his change, a vein of embarrassment mixed with a note of lustful excitement. The Black Liquor was an exceptional truth serum and once it flow inside the body, it was difficult to control its effects!

We remained silent for a while. Then gently I got up and sat down next to him.

"And then?" I told him, looking at him with eyes burning with desire. He straightened up, swallowing noisily and looking at me in awe.

"Er ... the ... the evening has been very... bright..." He stammered.

"I want the details. All of them" I added, our legs touching each other and my hand resting on his muscular thighs sank gently into the soft, silky fur. What a wonder!

He smiled with complicity and relaxed.

"As I said ... it was a bright night. First I ordered him to get me aroused and he obediently began to lick the tip of the... penis, then gently take it in his hands, rubbing it and then... sticking it in his mouth." Nermis paused. Then his mighty arm wrapped around my shoulders and we were even closer, a smile on his lips.

All the embarrassment had vanished and I didn't resisted, letting out a laugh. He looked at me confused and still embarrassed, probably fearing that I was making some cruel game and so I quickly calmed him.

"Since the beginning of the evening, when I saw you, I immediately liked your eyes and your dark fur. You are so wild and majestic... But I am pleased to notice that you are also smart and at the same time a little... awkward." He was still confused, so I continued. "I'll tell you that, because I want you to finally relax. This night you will stay here, more precisely in my bed, next to me." I moved forward and my lips touched his. He did not retreat, but he shivered slightly and I felt the smell of lust increase. The kiss was short, my hand rested on his chest and slipped quickly. I got up, adjusting my toga. "Unfortunately... we have been here for too long, and I would not want to make the guests wait for me more than I already do. My father will visit my castle in a week and three of my brothers stay here and they are all particularly susceptible when it comes to my quirks... they are trying in vain to find me a wife at all costs. "

Nermis was visibly excited, the loincloth was having difficulty hiding his growing erection and seeing that huge tent get up, a shudder rattled me and the mouth became anxious, eager for that magnificent scepter of flesh. He tried to reply "I... er... I find you..." I put a finger on his mouth and our eyes reflected in the silence, then broken by my voice. "If you want to wait a few seconds, there's the garden. Take a book from those at the desk and calm down. But do not you dare to touch it alone. This night I demand a fury in my bedroom." With that I moved away, leaving him excited more than ever.

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At midnight, the guests began to leave, as is fitting on these occasions.

I obviously entertained everyone, the mind returning to Nermis and that circus tent that he tried embarrassed to hide with his big hands.

My three brothers retreated to the Imperial Hall before I could even say hello, but I already knew that and maybe it was for the best, since we would have only had a fight.

Finally, the only one to stay was Nermis, who as soon as the guests began to leave, went back to the library and stayed there, reading.

"I see you took me at my word! After the last round of dancing, have you ever moved from here?" I asked, as soon as I saw him.

"Even if I wanted to go out in the garden, I could not! There were too many people on the ledge and I... um... I have to confess that my loincloth was not able to hide... nothing. You are good dancer, by the way. "He asserted, staring at the floor.

"Well, now it is excluded to go there, since it is raining. Why do not we go upstairs? I'll show you my favorite room!" I invited him with a smile.

He seemed enthusiastic and came near me like a thunderbolt. We climbed the main staircase, where I could tell the story of the frescoes that depicted, within each niche, a famous scene of the most beautiful tales. We lingered in front of a pciture that showed a great and powerful wolf, pretending to be a granny. We joked a little about that, while Nermis's big arm around my shoulders gently pushed me near to him and I noticed with pleasure that he was always ready to make fun of his person.

We reached the second floor, where we sit inside my personal living room. It was a small room, with two windows overlooking the valley and the river, furnished in Victorian style, to resemble a room captured by an English house from the 1800s. It was rather simple, with a large sofa and two armchairs in the center, surrounded by bookcases and a small case for some alcohol. An old gramophone was placed on a low table next to the armchairs, an ancient, restored and fully functioning heirloom.

We sat down, after choosing the right liqueur to continue the evening. Since he was dressed in a simple thong, a toga and a handful of necklaces and bracelets of bone, I decided to get comfortable and with a magic snap of fingers, I remained totally naked, with embarrassed surprise of the wolf who looked away.

"You can watch Nermis, I did not get naked just to be comfortable." I said, laying down on the couch.

"Go straight to it, I see." He replied, catching my figure with the his sight.

"Why not? After all, if you're here now is because I want you and I hope the evening ends with you in my bed." I replied sincerely.

Sitting on the big armchair, Nermis was clutching her legs in an attempt to hide his growing erection.

"I see you like what you see... you get excited often looking at other men?" I was a bit tormenting him, but it was just to make him more eager.

"I... it never happened, actually..." He seemed confused, as if everything had taken him completely off guard.

"Really?" I asked, closing my eyes and placing a hand on my chest, while the tail was hovering at the side of the sofa, sliding on the floor and on the carpet.

"It never happened to me to meet someone like you." He replied, wavering. "I had sex with other men, but... because I have to..."

"Because they had challenged you and you had to dominate them. During my visit to the Foxes it happened. The previous boss lost and his ex-deputy fucked him with great gusto. Very informative! "

"What they say about you... about the fact that you are... er... in short, you have a dungeon where you close your victims and force them to serve you... is it true?"

"Obviously not, it would be a crime. Rather, I have a room where some of my friends let themselves go, where we often have unconventional sex and have fun. I am the Red Baron, not Dracula!" I turned around, putting myself on my side. "I do not want to embarrass you and I do not want to force you. If you do not wish to have sex with me, I stop here and do not think I'm offended. On the contrary, I deeply respect those who remain on their positions " I stated, looking him in the eye.

For a moment he remained motionless, his gaze glided over me, lust and doubt mingled together, so that only confusion remained.

"I have your word of honor that you will never reveal to anyone what will happen tonight?" He finally asked me. "Not like ... did I when I was drunk?"

"Honey, you're one of my lovers. One of many. The most beautiful, muscular and charming, that is true. I never reveal my adventure, I can keep the secrets." I reassured him and he seemed to relax.

"But ... it's all so strange, you dragons are very cold, detached, controlled ... I've known many and you are very unique. Extroverted." There was something blocking him, he was limiting. But I did not understand what it was, making me even more eager to make him mine.

"Once I was human, Nermis. Everybody knows that. And besides, I'm pragmatic, I want you and I'll tell you, without chit-chatting too much. "

"And I appreciate it, really. But you see..."

"The rumors about me warn you, you're afraid to be humiliated. You think that I could use magic to bind you... maybe turn into a girl and make you a tender and obedient dog."

"Yeah... Lady Mowen warn me about you tonight. She told me that you turned her daughter into a lesbian. She told me that it was closed for a week in the fortress, without ever going out... "

"Miss Mowen's daughter was my guest in the castle for a simple reason: she was my guest at the library. During her visit here, I introduced her to my lover during that period, a young and very fiery bull, which made her somewhat calmer in the following days, so much so that she ended up posing naked for me. When I told her that for me women and men were indifferent, that I appreciated their company in the same way, she became restless and only the next day she asked me for advice on her sexuality. The shy Eleonor was in love for one of her friends, a dear female friend, with whom she had a close relationship and had a mad fear of ruining that relationship. I really like the Elaonor and so I helped her. She is a pretty little sheep, cute and beatigul like a rose. She needed to know if her friend was also interested in something more than just friendship. So I discovered that the friend in question was a lioness and an acquaintance of mine, whom I met during a meeting at the African embassy. At the end of the seventh day, the little lamb and the lioness have spoken at this lounge. I was obviously intent on doing anything else: to paint my beautiful bull, with bad results. The day after they left together and only a month later I was informed that they had formalized their engagement, thanking me for their help."

I left for a moment that it was the ticking of the rain do the talking. Nermis seemed absorbed in his thoughts.

"So Lady Mowen finds it more convenient to blame yourself than to conceive that her daughter is gay?" Asked the wolf, after a long silence.

"Our society is much more open regarding sexual customs. The so-called brade communities leave ample space for very exciting and entertaining primitive behaviors, small oases of total and safe sexual freedom. But the aristocracy carries a considerable weight. They must be an example for everyone, the perfect idea of social individual, a beacon in the dark to avoid chaos. Something that is completely useless, just the legacy of humanity that was. Dogs in big cities behave like all other citizens, but if you try to go to one of their clubs, before you get in they say it clearly: either you play or you can not enter. If a dog approaches you and orders you to suck it, you can fight for domination or suck it like a good beta. If you fight and lose, they buttfuck you in turn, to make you understand that your role is that of gaping hole to fill. Of course, no one dreams of going beyond certain limits, the referees are the oldest and wisest, no one dares to contradict them or complain about their positions. As long as some people still think like humans, other will live by making choices they would not want to do. "

"Yeah ... humans get dressed too much! Today, with all these fluttering dresses it looked more like a fashion show than anything else!" Nermis complained, which made me doubt.

"Don't you like me in my blue dress?" I asked him, reading his reaction.

"Do not misunderstand me, even I realize that you have to hide some parts of the body. We are made of flesh and if one goes around naked makes the desire arise in others." He adjusted his hood. "But I wear what I wear every day, the clothes that I feel comfortabile with! Did you see that panther? She had a heel twelve to look even taller, as if it were needed! "

"We are all vain, we like to show our little discoveries. I guess you noticed that I was wearing a pair of military boots. They say they make me very sexy." I countered, getting up and pouring myself another glass of liquor. With the use of magic I took the empty glass next to the wolf and gave up another sip. So I went back to the sofa, this time sitting down and crossing one leg and putting one arm behind the back.

"Just as you were wearing a military-style dress... very sober, yet elegant. It was particularly good for you, since you're well placed anyway." Nermis answered, visibly quieter.

"We are coming out of a period where humans were the majority, the dragons had just arrived and the magic was destroying entire nations. Many animorphs are ex-human and you, more than anyone, should know that the wolf loses the hair... "

"But not the vice!" He laughed.

The wolf suddenly stood up and quickly took off his thong and toga, showing himself naked. Standing before me, Nermis showed up in all his beauty.

I stared at the expanse of muscles, perfectly trained by hunts, fights and work, covered in splendid black fur. But when I saw his gigantic penis, I was really amazed. It was slightly turgid and incredibly thick, at least twenty centimeters long, and the skin was almost as dark as fur. Two large testicles, as big as ripe oranges, dangled proudly between his legs. I swallowed, trying to resist the necessity of crawling up to him and letting myself be fuck by him without mercy.

I was struck by his male scent, which tormented my senses even more and excited me to madness, with that immense obelisk of flesh that smelled irresistibly.

"A remarkable sight ... a perfect model for a statue!" I said, getting up, my head invaded by the libido.

I approached him and every movement was carefully scrutinized. My nose caught his smell, which grew stronger at every step. Not even a palm from him I stopped and my hand rested on his chest, slid down, on the sculpted abs, then on the groin and finally a finger traced a line along his penis, which was slowly hardening.

Reluctantly I took my hands away from him, I took a few steps to the side, to see that strong back covered with fur and enjoy his tonic legs ... and the most beautiful ass that my eyes have ever seen. Perfectly hard and so harmonious as to seem already sculpture! From behind, I hugged him, placing hmy nose on his back and inhaling deeply, absorbing his virile scent and enjoying that fragrance. My arms encircled the chest so powerful and rested on the pectorals, then pointing down, until I reached the pubis, the fingers sinking into the tawny down.

With my hands I grabbed his big tool, which slowly pulsed. I massaged it gently, enjoying the feeling of that magnificent cock between my fingers, still intent on rising in all its grandeur. A hand remained there to massage the penis, while the other one went down again, going to weigh the heavy, swollen and vibrant testicles. When I noticed that his erection was about to grow again, I detached myself from him.

He turned, trying to understand what was happening, while I had already reached the door that led to my room. With a finger, I invited him to follow me, my eyes staring that man so powerful and beatiful, illuminated by the soft light of the candlestick.

Nermis did not wait and took a quick step, followed me. I remained to observe his trinkets dangling hypnotically, feeling my salivation increase, reluctantly shifting my gaze and slipping into the bedroom.

I threw myself on the bed, slipping under the covers and waiting for the wolf to appear.

Timidly, he made his appearance. He looked at the room, sniffed the air and slipped inside, closing the door behind him. He went quietly to the bed and then, with a gesture, raised the covers, revealing myself.

"Go ahead, show me what you can do!" I urged him and he, without waiting, went down on me.

His heavy, warm body enveloped me, his lips sought mine, his hands encircled my shoulders, squeezed and cupped me. His was a kiss full of desire, our bodies were fused with lust, our growing erections like swords clashed together, challenged and pressed against each other. I felt his testicles pressing against my penis, as if to crush it under the weight of his overflowing virility.

His mouth devoured mine, his tongue pressed to violate my lips. I sucked that arrogant tongue and then opened my mouth. The rough tongue of Nermis delicatly touched mine. He kissed my neck with furious hunger, while a moan of pleasure escaped from my lips, my hands gripping his back, my nose pressing against his neck to capture all his magnificent scent.

His hands caressed my chest, tormented my turgid nipples and descended, enjoying the curves of my hips, massaging my legs and then grasping the buttocks with certainty. I smiled when I felt his big hands grab my ass with so much passion and I was rewarded with a kiss that exuded desire.

For a moment he pulled away from me, to make sure he was not exaggerating. I stroked his charming muzzle and kissed his lips again, eager to taste them.

"I... er..." He stuttered, between kisses "Galkiel... I want you. I want to fuck you." He said him.

I bit my lips, happy that it was so greedy. I knew how to make it even more irrepressible.

Like a dragon, I was quite articulate and raised his ass towards him, so I put my legs behind the neck and stretched the muzzle, my tongue licked the tip of my shaft. He, on his knees in front of me, pointed his huge and startling cannon of flesh towards me, licking his lips and blinking his eyes, looking surprised at my agility and flexibility.

"You have to lubricate me first, at least a little..." I whispered, spreading my buttocks with the hands and presenting my anus.

He did not wait and immediately put his nose between my buttocks, smelling it with ardor, my testicles placed on the tip of his face. Then, his wide and rough tongue began to lick it, with enthusiasm and rhythm, forcing me to moan from pleasure, while I felt the intrusion of his licking. His tongue pushed more and more inside and copious amounts of saliva bathed and lubricated me. While he was intent on preparing me for penetration, I put my penis in my mouth, giving myself a blowjob, greedily sucking the copious seed that was starting to come out.

He pulled away from me, the face damped by his own saliva, his eyes burning with desire, but at the same time undecided whether he could proceed. I smiled and urged him. "What are you waiting for, wolfy?"

"Are you sure? You do not want that... maybe..." He hesitated, taking his cock in his hands and massaging it slowly.

"Honey... as much as I like being served, now I want you to screw me." I replied, the hands that grasped my buttocks and widened it even more, inviting him to enter.

He did not wait and after lubricating his big cock a little more, he placed the tip on my opening and began to push. I felt that slowly, but inexorably, my hole opened wide and let that big cock enter, while my body trembled with excitement and pleasure. He continued his penetration, as long as more than half of his tool was already inside me and I felt it, pulsating and full of warmth. With delicacies he moved, letting him out, just as long as only the tip of the shaft remained inside.

Slowly and gently he penetrated me again, the powerful arms that helped support his weight so he did not crush me. That distance disturbed me. I wanted to feel him against me, I wanted to feel ihis weight above me!

"Nermis..." I groaned.

"Do you want me to go slower?" He asked, worried.

"I'm not made of glass. Fuck me and stop fucking around! "I scolded him, clenching hmy anus and feeling the shock of pleasure that I caused him.

He smiled and without hesitation, pushed with all his strength forward, impaling me. I missed my breath for a moment, as I felt that mass of fur tighten with passion, his arms around me warming and cuddling with their warmth, the nostrils invaded by the scent of Nermis, a powerful and exciting fragrance. My asshole was completely breached and plugged. Then, without hesitation, he fucked me as requested.

It was an animal sex, passionate and wonderfully convinced. The rhythmic noise of his heavy testicles slamming against my ass, his grunt of pleasure, my moans of ecstasy mingled in a sublime cacophony, his powerful body pressed against mine crushed me with his manly power.

I felt his desire to envelop me. He kissed me, with overflowing lust, licked my face and I returned the favor.

After we got tired of the missionary position I turned around, arched my back and showed my hungry ass to Nermis, which made him more excited. Not that it was a problem for me.

He fucked me long, beastly. From behind he had the ability to dominate me and soon after I had my head pressed on the mattress, my arms stretched out side by side, one hand pressed against my ass and the other pulling my hair. He kissed me on the neck with ardor, bit me and licked it with love. After a long fuck, he forced me to stand with my back straight, pressed against his powerful chest, while his hands explored my body, masturbating and teasing me.

I felt his big meat hammer pounding against my prostate, which forced me to constant small orgasms, my cock bouncing against my abdominals and dripping copiously cum everywhere.

At one point, without saying a word, he pulled away from me and emptied the contents of his balls on my back, an orgasm of immense power that forced him to roar from pleasure. The jet of spunk that even surpassed my head and settled on the headrest of the bed, which I found it rather amusing.

His cum did not stop. I put that the spunk-cannon in my mouth and taste the hot and still spurting seed. It was creamy and dense, with the same delicious taste of its owner's perfume and I tried to keep it as much as possible on the palate to appreciate that delicious dish.

Finally, after a full minute of uninterrupted swallowing, Nermis finished his orgasm with a long satisfied sigh. But immediately I noticed that his erection showed no signs of diminishing.

"I hope you're ready for a second and third round, mate. Because tonight I'll put you to the test..." I pronounced.

His eyes shone and his expression was a mixture of disbelief and excitement. I attracted him to me and kissed him passionately, immediately feeling his arms envelop me and the libido coming back.