Weekend Getaway
He didn't want to cum just from the werestag's big cock alone, but he couldn't control the rising pleasure in his groin anymore than he could resist the werestag rutting him like a horny doe in the woods.
Rivalry
"you're a werestag?!" they said in unison, both of them realizing what the other was at the same moment.
~ Eight Points Of Mercy ~
~ Eight Points of Mercy ~ © Cederwyn Whitefurr December 2025 All Rights Reserved. **Chapter 1 – The Unfired Shot** Frederick lay belly-down in cold grass, the orange vest a screaming beacon under the moon. He brought the 30.06 to his shoulder,...