Kintla Flatlands [m] so please don't take me for no fool

A gasp slips from him as teeth meet his scruff, the feeling sharp yet only serving to further inflame his desire. He presses back into the embrace with a lust-filled growl, even as his head turns in a vain attempt to snap at the foreleg pressing against his flank. Kratos's iron grip stops him, however, and the rumble in his chest melts into a soft, breathy whine. Kratos, He murmurs, the word a quiet plea as he finally caves to his need.