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What a bore. What a terrible, terrible bore. Wandering the Citadel for the third straight hour and his only company was the massive blade on his back. He passed the same small groups every so often, watching them grow and shrink in numbers each time he passed them. The dull sound of metal being forged, twisted and sharpened was the sound he focused on the most.

Korago stopped for a moment. His usually-narrow eyes grew wide as a scent passed his nostrils. It was faint, but he recognized it anywhere. It was a musky, sweaty smell. It was...himself? How long had he been walking? The idea of bathing only briefly passed his mind before a better idea came to him. Why not get a little dirtier...?

Another half hour of walking led him to a small little camp of his in the corner of Ligacus Notos, a sandy, mostly dried up lake at the edge of the Black Citadel. As he wandered, he would fantasize. About the woman he had met earlier that day. A crude, angry charr who he traded flirtatious insults with. The memory made him smile, but the thought of her without armor made him grin. He imagined her, bloody and squirming on the floor, her fur clotted with his heavy semen, her will completely broken by him...

By the time he had reached his camp, his manhood had been painfully pressing against his heavy armor for some time. He didn't hesitate to undress himself, as much as he liked to tease himself with his own body. The first moment that his paw wrapped around his throbbing, blood-red erection, he would groan quietly to himself. "Hell yeah..." He muttered, the sweet relief of his sensitive length being felt up for the first time all day was unspeakably delightful. That had eased down to feel the pair of damp, furry orbs that hung between his thighs, taking them between his fingers one at a time and rolling them, aching them for his own pleasure.

This sensation forced the powerful man to his knees, where they would spread far apart upon hitting the metal sheet that served as a carpet. He pressed that throbbing length to his belly, watching the his pre spill from his tip and slide down to the knot at the base. He sucked in a long breath and passed it out as a sigh, eyes shutting, ideas forming... One such idea came into play immediately. The paw that was enjoying his sweaty sack reached even further between his legs to reach for his dirty little asshole, poking and prodding at it with a claw, oh-so tempted to slide it as far into himself as he could go.

The idea of having his ass stuffed was a pleasant one, of course, but not by another charr. That would be a sign of submission, of weakness. The only person he would ever submit to, so far, was himself. Though, he liked to fantasize about if he was the bottom boy for a change. He liked the thought, enough so that he was tempted enough to push that sharp clap into his pucker. It was...painful, as expected. The claw dragged along the filthy insides of his ass, sinking deeper and deeper, until his position didn't allow him to go any further. "Ngaah.." He groaned, holing that claw there for a moment and savoring the feeling. He knew it wouldn't last. He wanted to get to the main prize sooner rather than later.

He let out a sigh of relief when his claw relieved his tight little hole of that bizarre sensation. Bringing it up to his maw, he slipped it in and began to suck the nasty flavor from it happily. The taste was...strong, but not terrible dirty. At least, not to him. It aroused him, as most nasty, kinky thoughts did. His outright disturbing sexual preferences may be one reason he has so few 'friends'. In any case, he was alone for the night, and it was time to get to work.

He pinned his back to the steel wall of the Citadel and fell to his rear to sit. His legs spread still, he gripped the knot at the base of his cock, arguably the most sensitive part of his manhood. He fondled, rubbed, and squeezed that specific bulge to his hearts content. The simple sight of his own body, his strong, huge build fit for a warrior, was enough to arouse him. Watching his pre drool and spit from his shaft, of course, was his eye's focus at the moment. Such an addicting flavor, it was. Never would he willingly taste it when fucking another charr, but of course, he was alone, and he submitted to himself while no one else was around.

He bent forward, surprisingly far enough that his snout would be just in reach for his tongue to lap at the opening of his penis, letting him enjoy the warm, salty taste of his own sex. And oh, how he loved it. His heart began to race, his paw jerking the red flesh of his cock as if desperate to force his orgasm suddenly. As he sped up his action, so too would his shaft spill more of its seed for him to savor, resting on the tip of that manhood for barely a second before it was lapped up and swallowed. He began panting, his excrement rising, his orgasm mere moments away...but his focus was on his addiction; his own semen. And he was about to get more than he could handle, and he knew it.

The first few spits were minor, reaching up perhaps half a foot into the air before falling onto his black, furry legs. The shots that followed flew high into the air, well above the charr's own head where it would land a second later. That muscle went to work, supplying the man with generous amount of cum for him to taste, or to bathe in for a while. The strong, musky scent poured into his nostrils, overpowering his senses and clouding his mind of any thoughts outside of this moment. He managed to capture much of the spunk with his mouth whenever that powerful muscle shot it into the air. He COULD taste all of it, but eating it was only half the fun.

He let much of it fly off and land wherever it would, though most of it stuck to the wall behind him. The later few shots of his minute of glory didn't fire such a great distance, and settles for soaking the fur of his chest with the creamy cum. Though his orgasm faded for the most part, his cock would spit it's seed still, as if trying desperately to keep it going. Of course, the charr would settle down somewhat, but he was still horny as all hell, and he wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.

The first thing he did was stand up and turn to the wall, pressing his tongue to the trails of spunk that were sliding down the rusty metal. His strong chest was pinned to the wall as he did this, of course, smearing the cum on his body all over it. He wanted all of it, and he would take it like the good little boy he was. Of course, he only acted this way because he was alone, but it was a guilty pleasure of his, serving as both the dominant man and the submissive cub that barely clung to his tough-as-nails personality.

It was in this moment that he felt himself fall into complete submission. A voice in his head called out orders, and he refused to disobey. "Eat it all." He heard. "Get on your knees and clean up your mess." He obeyed this ridiculous thought and dropped to his knees, where he would lick at what little semen had landed on the metal flooring. The metallic taste was strong, but mixed with the salty flavor of his own natural essence mad it more than bearably. He could feel his still-throbbing length spill it's goods onto the ground. Good. He loved to clean up after himself.

Finally, he became calm, and his shaft began to sink back into his sheath, coated in his spunk to give it a strong, raunchy scent for the next time it showed itself. His fur was a complete mess still, with blotches and ponds of cum wetting much of his chest and belly. He didn't do anything about it. Not right now. He just...sat there, daydreaming about all sorts of things. This submissive side of him that he loved to hide, a feeling that twisted his gut every time he thought of it. He hated it, but loved it all the while. No one would have to know. Hell, he didn't care to tell anyone. He would never submit to another charr. He was tough for that. He thought about the people he considered "friends", even though he barely knew them. It was getting harder for him to think about these days. Until recently, he preferred to be alone.

One quick glance at his own hiding cock would diminish any thoughts of his life, however. It stopped after hiding the first many inches, then slowly began to reveal itself again. Time for round 2. This time, maybe he won't pretend to be someones bitch while he cums all over himself?