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Knarlow growls, swinging his axe yet another time. He had been laboring for hours, chopping firewood for his home. A salty bead of sweat trickled from his brow, soaking into his fur. He hadn't bathed for well over a week, and this wasn't helping his hygiene. He hadn't yet noticed the timid rabbit a few feet from him.

Ashto slowly approaches the house, sticking to the path as he gazed around at the empty wilderness that surrounded him. Aside from a few downed logs here and there, and the slight tap-tap-taping of the wolf's axe against a tree, it seemed quiet and lonely up here. As he began to close in on the wolf, he stopped hard; a slight stench seemed to float around in the air, and only seemed to strengthen then more he stepped forward. His eyes widened as he began to reconsider his trip far out here, but nevertheless, he hesitantly raised his voice and called out.

"H-hel... um... Hello?" He mewls softly, slightly shy.

Knarlow looks away from his log in one swift movement of his neck, his ears perked up curiously. Had he heard something? He scans the wilderness around him, searching. His eyes falls upon a small bunny, but, it seemed like a female. No, it was a male. Female? "Hello there." He states, leaning on his ax handle, letting his rancid crotch air out a bit.

The thick stench around Ashto seems to grow suddenly, and he begins to lose his resolve. "Um, nothing, just a little lost" he lies, rubbing the back of his head and feigning embarrassment. "I have no idea how I managed to get so far out here." His bottom lip trembles slightly. Why had he come out here so unprepared? He figured he may as well try to get a ride back into town. "Do you happen to have a phone I can borrow? I wanna try to see if one of my friends can drive out here to pick me up."

Knarlow raises a brow, running his gaze up and down the bunny's feminine body. He laughs a bit at his question, shaking his head. "I don't have a phone, or a car. I hunt for my food! Hell, I don't even have showers. I've not bathed in months!" He states, murring. He notices the little rabbit's apparent unease, and he spreads his legs wider, the cold air refreshing.

Ashto blinks derisively, unsure of what to do next. He finds himself getting used to the smell slightly, maybe he should just go ahead and do wh- the stench grows again as the wolf spreads his legs, and his revulsion grows anew. All the same, the rabbit's own lust starts to build at the sight of the sizable bulge between the wolf's legs. Gathering his courage, he takes a few steps closer, trying to see how much of the smell he can handle. One step, then another, and another... "Uh, that's a shame" he remarks. Two steps forward. "Do you happen to have any neighbors around here who might?" Two more steps forward. He takes a deep breathe... and that's when the smell smacks him upside the head. "Or do you know which path to take to get back?" he asks, cringing as he steps back.

Knarlow holds back a hearty laugh, seeing that the boy is uncomfortable due to his primal stench. He shakes his leg, and even his hips a bit. The shake jostles his greasy crotch, the scent stronger than a paper mill. "No, no one lives around here but myself. It gets a bit lonely, especially during mating season, but it's nice. Peaceful. Why don't you step a bit closer? There's no need to be shy. I'm friendly enough!" He murrs, trying to feign kindness, but a hint of authority still lingers in his words. Knarlow clears his throat casually, reaching down to adjust his rancid bulge, slowly growing in his tattered jeans due to the bunny's reaction.

The rabbit blushes lightly, suddenly aware of the fact that he had been making the wolf conscious about his ripe stench. His blushing intensifies slightly as he sees the bulge growing in front of him, but trying to put it out of mind, he takes a deep breathe and steps forward, also feigning a smile. "That's a shame, but at least you don't have to worry about other's interrupting this beautiful scenery" he says, motioning at the quiet woods around them. He steps up closer to the wolf, eyes watering and nose burning at this point, but trying to remain kind all throughout.

Knarlow lets a small chuckle slip, biting his bottom lip thoughtfully. "Oh, it's beautiful enough. Why don't you come inside for a bit? I just caught a tasty looking doe. I wouldn't mind sharing, for such a cute little bunny.." He muses, flirting a bit, testing the waters. Why was the rabbit here? He reaches his hands into his jeans, itching his balls, scraping off bits of dick-grease. He pulls his paw from his pants, the scent overpowering now, slime coating his hand.

Despite Ashto's feelings, the comment elicits a slight giggle from the rabbit. He was finding it hard to believe this wolf was the sort of person who enjoyed degrading partners and visitors alike with his stench and dominant authority. From what he had heard, Knarlow had a passion for taking people into his world, either using them as stink rags, or toilets, or just a fuck hole depending on the mood he was in. It wasn't exactly a secret in town that the dominant wolf enjoyed sharing his kinks with others, oftentimes forcing them to submit if they did not come along willingly. Yet the wolf standing in front of him didn't seem to fit that picture, aside from the stench that hung about him. "Hmm, I don't know" he tittered, glancing towards the house. His stomach rumbled slightly. "Well, it has been a while since I last ate... " he thought out loud, giving him a smile. That smile twitched slightly as the rabbit caught sight of the musky, slime-coated paw that emerged from the wolf's pocket.

Knarlow murred gently, watching closely; observing the boy's every move. When he sees the rabbit's mouth twitch, he smirks. Apparently he was in for a challenge. It had been a long while since he had experienced any rebellion from his toys, so this was a refreshing, not welcome, but refreshing change of pace. "Oh? So, would you like to join me? It's been a long time since anyone's dined with me! Although, I may have to wash up before dinner, just for the sake of appearances." He replies, his smirk smug and comfortable.

A wave of relief seemingly rippled through the bunny. "Sure, I'd love to join you" he smiled, starting to head towards the house. "And of course, take all the time you need to wash up."

Knarlow raises a brow curiously, amused. "Go wait for me in the dining room. No sitting down though. Kneel and wait for me by the table. Guests are required to do that until they earn their seat." He orders casually, as if it's perfectly normal. He starts for the house as well.

The rabbit raises an eyebrow at this, but he quickly shakes his head. Perhaps it was some foreign custom he wasn't aware of? He put the thought out of his head and nodded his acknowledgement at the wolf, heading with him into the house and walking into the dining room. He looked around, his nose still curling from the stench that the wolf had left, but also from the slight smell that seemed to cling to the walls here as well. The wolf had mentioned he hadn't showered in a while, so it made sense to Ashto that the smell would eventually coat the inside of the house as well. Sighing contently, he did as instructed and kneeled down next to the table. The table seemed a little too high; he wondered how he was to eat off it from his new height.

Knarlow enters the living room, removing his filthy jeans, and his stained shirt. He sighs, relieved to feel the flow of air again. He had never been this filthy! He was utterly putrid. His fur was slick and stained with sweat, beads dripping all over the floor. He murrs softly, cupping his ballsack lovingly with a paw. His cock-sack his caked with hot, stinky musk grease, a thin film of rancid sweat slathering that already sickening grease. He steps into the dining room, his musk polluting the air. Knarlow stands a few inches in front of the bunny, muck dripping onto the floor at his feet from his primal package. "Okay, time to wash up!" He murrs happily, noticing the bunny has his eyes closed.

The little bunny's ears twitched as he heard the faint sound of fabric hitting the floor in another room, and his nose began to burn next as a fresh wave of nausea-inducing putrid air began to clog the room. He pinched his nostrils, closing his eyes from the burning sensation the foul odor caused. When he opened them again, the wolf was standing right in front of him, the source of all the smell. "What the hell?!" The rabbit cried, too stunned to move at the moment.

Knarlow is quick to take precautions. His paw shoots out, gripping the little bunny's ears tightly. He twists the ear in his hand, smirking, a bit too smug in nature. "I told you that I don't have a shower or bath! What did you expect? Your appetizer is going to be my thick, delicious cock-cheese. I can tell by all of your blushing that you have to like it! Isn't that right? You like the strong, nasty stench of my musk, don't you?! It makes your mouth water, doesn't it?!" He growls, his sheathe hardening before the girly bunny's eyes. If the shaft reaches full mast, the tip will be mashed against the bunny's face, if the boy doesn't find a way to move in time. That is, if the boy wants to move...

The surprised yelps and tries to pull away, but the pain from his tugged ears brings him back. "I don't!" he whimpers, trying to turn his face away. The scent of the musky cock head engraves itself into his nostrils, and he tries to hold his breath, reaching out with his paws against the wolf's legs to push away from the slowly advancing shaft.

Knarlow chuckles softly, glaring down at the struggling bunny. The rabbit pushed against his legs, not even managing a slight budge from Knarlow. His cock continues to grow, blood rushing into his sweaty member. Growling, no longer amused by the little rabbit's resistance, Knarlow swipes his paw across the feminine thing's face, leaving a large print. "Stay still, Bitch! If you don't like it, why did you come here? You smelled me from a mile away! You know that it's mating season! You know the scent of a male in need of a mate! You wanted to be my girly little fuck-slut, didn't you?!"

Ashto cringed, inwardly knowing it all to be true. He had seeked him out, at the worst time possible too. He was the one who had been curious about this sort of kink. He was the one who wanted to become a girly fu... no! The bunny's eyes widened in fear. He didn't want that, he had just been curious. He definitely didn't want to be dominated, to be used against his will, to be bound and collared and owned and be forced to endure the wolf's strange tastes. A fresh wave of fear hit him at the thought... and at the same time, his own cock began to twitch slightly with pleasure. Pushing the thought aside, he struggled to break free of the wolf's grasp. He opened his mouth wide to voice his complaints as loudly as possible. "Let go! I told you I got lost! And how is it my problem you're in your mating season, why don't you find a she-wolf or some other feminine bitch to take it out on?!" He whined, trying half-heartedly to escape the stronger male's iron grip.

Knarlow snarls angrily, enraged by the snarky comments from the bunny. These were HIS woods, and this little fem-slut dares blame it on him? This bunny dares to tell him who he should fill with seed?! Knarlow barks loudly, his maw bent in a sickened sneer. He yanks the boy forward by his ears, mashing his lips and face into the sweaty, dangling balls below his wolf-prick. "You indignant little bitch! You didn't get lost! Or else you would have avoided my scent, like all of the other tourists and wildlife! Isn't that right?! You crave my musk, you crave my cock! You want to be my cum-stuffed little faggot, don't you, bunny?!"

Ashto grabbed onto the wolf's legs to steady himself as the sickeningly moist, musky nutsack rubbed against his face, coating it with a thin layer of slime. That slime was further rubbed into his fur, ensuring the stench would stick to him for weeks. "What, I, ugh... I don't want your cum" he whined meekly, trying to pull away from the stench. But the pain in his ears kept him in place, and his helpless situation began to sink in. "Please, just let me go!"

Knarlow roars at the persistence of the femboy. "You want it! Tell me, Slut! You want to be pumped full of my hot, steaming wolf cum! You want your little faggot hole stuffed with my greasy fucking knot!" He spits, grinding his balls into the bunny's cheeks. He shifts a bit, now his filthy cock-sack is resting on top of the girly rabbit's lips, leaking sweat that dribbles between his soft lips into his maw.

A few drops of the wolf's musky sweat drip down into the feminine bunny boy's mouth causing the rabbit's own length to begin sliding from its small sheathe.

The smaller male blushes warmly, cringing at the taste of the salty, grimy sweat cling to his tongue. Meekly gazing up at the wolf from his position, he starts to cave, a strange sense of submissiveness taking ahold of him. "No... I don't want it" he struggled uselessly, succumbing to the warm smell of sweaty lust that clung to the wolf. "Please, I want to go, I don't... I don't want your cum... I don't want... I don't want just your cum..." his eyes widen in shock, and he begins to plead faster to cover up what he just said.

Knarlow notices the small red tip poking from the little sheathe between the rabbit's legs. Knarlow knows by now that he's correct. This femboy wanted him. He's about to snap and roar once more, but he bites his tongue when he hears the boy say it. He didn't want JUST Knarlow's cum. He wanted more. Knarlow knew it wasn't an accident, due to how the boy blushed and how his girly voice cracked and muffled a bit when he said it. "Oh? You want more? What else is there? Tell me, Faggot! Tell the big wolf what you want! Be a good little bunny and beg!" Knarlow snarls, his sheathe squeezing drips of pre from the hole at the tip, causing salty cock-syrup to drip all over the aroused boy's blushing face. He continues his assault on the boy's lips, now humping his big, meaty ballsack against the faggot's maw; the hard, cum-filled testicles slapping lewdly against his chin.

The rabbit whimpered slightly, feeling ashamed that his lust was beginning to betray him. His voice cracked slightly as he began to plead, taking on a softer tone now, almost as if he was starting to admit defeat. His length grew more and more with every one of the wolf's thrusts, and he began taking in deeper breaths of the horrific stench despite himself. "Please sir, just let me go, I'm sorry" he whimpered, beginning to strain against the wolf's grasp on his ears despite his pain. "It's true, I came up here looking for something I was curious about, but I don't want to anymore, I don't want to..." His nostrils pressed against the wolf's sack subconciously. "Please Sir..." he began, then stopped suddenly. In that moment, his eyes quickly glanced to where he had thought the wolf had gone into the bathroom to wash up, then looked away just as quickly.

Knarlow murrs, enjoying the attention to his cock-sack, his hole drooling pre all over the bunny by now. It takes him a moment, but he registers the fact that the bunny just glanced at the doorway behind him. Knarlow cranes his neck, looking behind him, an even tighter grip on the bunny. He had no idea what he was about to see.

The bunny feels the big strong male's grip tighten on him, and it only takes him a moment to realize that whatever would happen next would not be good. "... what... Wait! Please!" he whines, trying to break the grip. Meekly, he sticks his tongue out and laps at the male's sack, desperate at this point to do whatever it takes to change his mind. He quickly regrets this, as his tongue practically flies into his mouth in protest to the taste of dirty musk mixed with the salty sweat and even saltier, sticky pre. He didn't expect it, but anything to distract the large wolf from knowing he had even thought of being a toilet was worth it! In fact, he may even do it again...

Knarlow makes a muffled sound of pleasure, not suspecting the hot tongue flicking across his balls. He breathes heavily, his cock leaking syrupy pre all over the bunny boy. He turns back, distracted. Knarlow pants, forgetting that the boy ever even offered any resistance. He starts slamming his balls into the face and lips of the girly rabbit, fucking against his soft face in need. He murrs, tongue lolling from his mouth as the underside of his thick meat slides on the faggot's nose, cheese scraping off steadily on the rabbit's quivering upper lip.

The bunny's sense of urgency and panic began to wane, and with it came a new sense of defeat. Hoping that the wolf would eventually tire and give him an opening to escape, the bunny resigned himself to giving in and doing as the wolf pleased. Suppressing his urge to gag from the taste, he opened his mouth once more and let his tongue slide out, rubbing its coarse texture against the wolf's balls. The taste of sweat and cum mingled in his mouth in an odd mixture of sweet and salty, and thin lines of cum tied his organ to the cock where the strands refused to break. The smegma buildup under his upper lip continued to build up with every thrust, until all at once it cracked off and fell into his mouth! He pulled back as far as he could, retching from the taste that found its way into him, and his paws flung up to try to clear his mouth.

Knarlow drools and murrs, every thrust brings him closer to the first orgasm he's had in months. The hot, wet tongue on his sack was heavenly, his meaty tip letting loose small spurts of hot, salty pre all over the feminine bunny boy's face. Suddenly, the bunny yanks backwards, not escaping his grasp, but still wrenching him from his climax. His cock is throbbing and dripping, aching for the sweet pleasure of release. He glares at the smaller male, his teeth bared. "What the fuck are you doing, Faggot?!" He inquires angrily.

The rabbit wipes his tongue clean as best he could, still retching slightly. He gazes up at the larger male and his bared teeth. He feels the pawprint that was still left on the side of his face, and quickly becomes fearful of pissing off the wolf. "I'm sorry... Sir..." he meekly apologizes, glancing away.

Knarlow can't hold back the smug smirk that now plasters his face. "You won't do it again, will you, Faggot?" He growls, looking at the bunny's crotch. The rabbit's sheathe was half-way down his little cock, pre soaking his crotch, and the shaft throbbing and pulsing in arousal.

"N-no Sir..." Ashto replies softly, closing his eyes in shame of how hard he was quickly getting from the abuse. "I won't do it again..." He whimpers, defeated.

Knarlow snarls again, but this time in a form of praise. "My little cock-faggot won't pull away from her Daddy again, will she? Tell me, Faggot!" He growls, yanking roughly on the bunny's ears. He wasn't going to tolerate any rebellion, but he was immensely turned on by the sound of the boy's whimpering voice.

Ashto felt his face burn with embarassement, and his cock twitch with every word he spoke, coming out to its full length long before he finished speaking, already dripping pre when he did finish. "No sir, your... y-your little cock-fag isn't going to pull away from h-her Daddy's... from her Daddy's large shaft."

Knarlow barks loudly, his balls clenching. He was worked up, hearing the bunny boy's words made him shudder, his throat growling from pent up lust. "Good girl. Now, you want Daddy to smother your girly little face with his fat, filthy cock-sack, don't you Faggot? You want your Daddy's cum-filled balls thrusting into your slutty little maw?! Tell Daddy! Beg for your Daddy's sweaty fucking meat!" He roars, twisting the little boy's ears roughly, demanding that his new pet beg for him.

Ashto yelped in pain as his ears were twisted, biting his lower lip. Quivering slightly, he looked up at the engorged cock that was being presented before him. He was barely getting used to the smell, but having to taste it? Yet, he knew what other things the wolf liked to do, and compared to those... what choice did he have? And at the same time... "Please Daddy, let me suck your cock..." The words felt foreign to him, yet not totally unpleasent as he originally imagined. Clenching his eyes closed, he tightened his grip around the wolf's legs and mewled out "I want to choke on your sweaty meat, I need to swallow your cock." One of his paws reach up to stroke at the wolf's length, and he begins to have trouble knowing if he's still pretending to comply at this point. "Please shove your shaft down my throat. Make me lick your cum. Make your bitch suck up all the sweat off it, make her worship it and blow your load all over her slutty face Sir!"

Knarlow widens his eyes in disbelief. The bunny was performing better than he had ever imagined! He murrs softly, gulping. He is still a bit shocked, impressed by the begging of the smaller male at his legs. As soon as he feels the bunny's paw tease at his shaft, he lets loose a strangled growl, his throat tightens as he feels his sheathe begin to slowly pull back, his meaty tip forcing its way from the putrid sheathe.

Ashto struggles to maintain his composure as he gingerly wraps his lips around the wolf's sheathe. Hesitantly, his tongue flirts forward to taste at the wolf's tip, trying to coax it out further from his sheathe. As it expands into his maw, he swishes his tongue against the pulsating meat, rubbing off the buildup of cheese and musk and mixing it with his own saliva. He tries to ignore the rank taste by focusing on anything else, but his mind just jumps from the overpowering stench in the room that he would never forget, the pain in his ears and knees from being in such a position for so long, the sheer horror of the wolf's enjoyment of his predicament, and worst of all, how his body was reacting so lustfully towards his actions.

Knarlow closes his eyes, lost in the pleasure of the bunny's long awaited submission. He pants softly, his rancid cock-meat throbbing in need, aching for release. The little bunny was by far the most experienced tongue he had ever had. Yet, in a way, the rabbit acted as though he was a virgin. His tongue was fumbling over Knarlow's cock, rolling clumsily over his balls. Knarlow couldn't discern as to whether it was the nervousness affecting the small male's performance, or if he was really as innocent as he let on. He didn't care though, all he could think about was the hot tongue flicking and teasing the swelling member between his legs, and how good it felt to be lapped at by a fem-faggot bunny!

The bunny boy gagged slightly as he felt the wolf's length press against the back of his throat. He pulled back slightly to allow himself to breathe, balancing carefully on his knees as he brought his other paw up to nuzzle the wolf's nutsack, his first paw still stroking at the wolf's sheathe. He'd never have imagined his first time with a male would be like this. True, he had fantasized this before; in fact, he'd imagined even more raunchier things than those that were happening now, but now he knew there was a large difference between imagination and reality. With tiny twitching motions, he began trying to ease his ears slowly out of the grasp of the wolf while his maw kept him distracted. He pursed his lips and began practically suckling on the cock, loud slurping noises mixing in the air with the wolf's pants much like his pre mixed with the growing pool of rancid liquids in his mouth.

Knarlow can barely keep his knees erect. He feels his balls churning, months of cum yearning to spurt from his shaft, aching to claim this male as his mate, as his bitch. Knarlow pants heavily, his breathing is ragged and hoarse, his throat emitting small growls and barks. Drool leaks from his panting tongue, dribbling down his chest, and slathering his already sopping cock-meat. He doesn't know what it is about the hot mouth of his new bunny pet, but he can't seem to stay in control. He fails to notice the rabbit slowly slipping from his grip, distracted by the hungry faggot trying to drain his cock of fluids. By now, Knarlow's crusty sheathe has slipped behind his sack, exposing all of the red, musky flesh of his genitals, in all of their sweaty canine glory.

Ashto flinches lightly as he feels the male's drool soak down onto his shaft. Grimacing, he continues suckling on the wolf's shaft, slowly shaking his ears free inch by inch. As he comes closer to his freedom, he pulls his maw out and swivels his tongue against the tip of the male's length, both to continue distracting him, but also to escape having to suck on the newly-revealed crud and the wolf's saliva that was collecting at his base.

He felt his ear a simple tug away from escaping... and yet he didn't pull free. Not quite yet... for some reason, he found himself swiveling the mess of smegma, cum, and sweat in his mouth for a bit. He then started leaning forward more and more... the canine's shaft filled his mouth the closer he leaned, until he suddenly found his lips pressed against his sheath once more. He then churned his tongue against the underside of his shaft, breaking loose as much of the crusty mess as possible, before pulling back to the tip and again swiveling the disgusting solution in his mouth. He repeated this process again and again, picking up the pace each time until he was bobbing his head back and forth with fresh zeal. He was starting to really enj-NO! He pulled his head back, slipped his ears free... and felt stunned as he swallowed the mixture in his mouth, unable to move from the surprise of feeling the mess go down his throat.

Knarlow is experiencing the most intense pleasure he had ever known throughout the bunny's inner struggle, the wolf lost in the feelings, the sensations. It dug at him, tore at him. This was almost too much to take, the bunny lapping at his sheathe, pushing it back more and more before returning to the pulsating slab of maleness that ever so desperately needed attention. Knarlow was almost mad in his pleasure, his tongue lolling out, his panting faster than it had ever been naturally. Of course, he still kept tabs on the bunny's smaller member, watching the progression. Ashto's little balls are now in a puddle of warm, ball soup that made even Knarlow want to suck them clean. Suddenly, he feels the bunny's ears slip.

He growls, gritting his teeth. He had been so close! The loss of his handles had once again denied him of his release, and he couldn't take it anymore. The wolf snarled, baring his fangs. He didn't say anything, unless a heated bark counts as a language. He digs his claws into either side of the rabbit's neck, and he drags him forward; wrenching the slut into his crotch. Knarlow gripped his thick, meaty maleness, forcing it into the faggot's hot mouth, making sure every inch of his throbbing male-meat was stuffed into that wet maw. The wolf took one last angry growl before beginning his heated assault, thrusting brutally into the boy's throat, stretching and bulging his neck with what seemed like four feet of smelly sweat-dripping cock-shaft!

Ashto cursed himself for not moving quickly enough, but that thought quickly flew by the wayside as he was dragged forward face first into the wolf's crotch. His brief attempt to avoid the shaft proved futile as the wolf forced it into his mouth and down his throat. His pleas for escape were drowned out as the wolf's meat coated his throats walls with a thick slime of filth, and a steady paw clamped against the back of his throat cut off any chance of freedom. His paws pressed against the wolf's muscular legs as he choked and sputtered on the length, which was practically breaking free into his stomach at this point. His paws slipped downwards however, unable to find a suitable grip on the ever-sweat covered grime of the wolf's body. As they slid down, a thick mucky mixture clung to them.

Ashto felt the grime on his paws, felt them slid down to the floor and nearly lost him his balance... and somehow, he felt them clasp around his own ignored member, coating it with the slime as he began to masturbate. In a moment of clarity, he ripped one hand free, but it simply found its way back to the wolf's sack and began playing with it, trying to milk him!

Knarlow murrs loudly, shooting the thickest glob of precum he had ever felt down the slut's throat, eliciting a frenzied buck of Knarlow's hips. The wolf was bound and determined to mark this bunny slut. He was going to take this fucking fem-whore faggot and fill him with his cum! He doesn't notice the paws rubbing his fur until they reach his ass, and he feels the sludge and grime being slowly scraped free of his skin. The thick coat of his muck is slathered generously all over the rabbit's hand, and then the faggot does the last thing Knarlow would expect; he reaches down and starts jacking off his little shaft. The wolf had noticed how hard and excited the bunny was, but he hadn't picked up on the little bucks of the rabbit's slender hips, and the shuddering of his lithe frame. Knarlow snarled, started by a sudden clenching in Ashto's tight throat. He feels the faggot shaking and then the vibrations of moaning on his rapidly growing knot. Knarlow doesn't take the time to see what's happening, and he forces his greasy fucking knot to slam deeper and ever deeper into that tight neck, his knot now the size of a baby's fist.

Knarlow feels a small splatter against his balls, and he looks down, only to see the little fem-slut spurting useless faggot cum all over his sack and legs. The bunny is moaning like a whore on his thick meat, choking quite obviously, but Knarlow doesn't care. All the wolf cares about right now is his pleasure. About reaching delicious orgasm! The bunny screams and tightens his neck once again, cumming a second time as Knarlow dirties his throat with his slimy dog prick, the bulge forcing the wolf to remain stationary, stuck in the boy's tight neck. The walls of Ashto's slutty throat seem to be milking his meat, massaging his knot ever so succulently. Knarlow howls loudly, feeling the broiling sensation of cum begging to rise out of his long, fat, filthy shaft; aching to fill this faggot bitch's tummy with his ripe, male seed!

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To be continued...?