Phoenix Maplewood bad moon rising

he's so gross i'm sorry

He lingers near the paper-moon cusp of her ear.  Although he is a rangy and gnarled husk of a man, there is some kind of creeping strength in him still and it bears itself here as without hesitation he forces his way inside her to find her already slick.  He is not unkind but neither is he gentle, and the act of their unholy copulation is accentuated with low, undulating whines and feral snaps of his teeth.  

It lasts as long (or as short) as his nightly companion desires, and once he fills her he does not dismount.  Tenderly, he grooms the top of her crown, strokes the sides of her ribs with his paws.