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Her laughter was like music to his ears, one of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard. Dacio, suddenly spurred by her eager reception of his advancement, grew more urgent in his ministrations. He nibbled and tasted, licked and nosed roughly, accepted her own gestures with a deep and suggestive rumble in his chest.

Dacio was content  to explore her body with his snout and teeth, nipping and teasing as he went. Always eager for more, he located the source of Huā's most enticing aroma and prodded the base of her tail with his nose. Groin suddenly ablaze with uncontrollable need, he made an awkward attempt to mount and gather her beneath him, though inexperience made his movements clumsy. Still, he instinctively reached for the she-wolf's nape with his teeth and fumbled to seek a better position, determination in the urgent and premature thrust of his hips.