Blackfeather Woods even the darkness has arms

There was only a small sign of emotion through the quivering of her frame. The devil could not tell if this was anger, indignant stubbornness, or fear. The burn of his gaze roamed her figure again and he thought how nice it would have been to stuff himself inside of her and fill her with cum. Goosebumps rose along the pink of his flesh and he breathed deeply, heart increasing its pace. Ithrik did not care if he should meet a string of attackers at the touch of her skin; he never thought too far into what consequences his actions would sow. The hound knew what he wanted and it was in this desire that he lost a vast majority of his reasoning. With a sickening slurp of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, the piebald creature lunged for her and aimed to sink his teeth into the nape of her neck.