King Elk Forest born under a bad sign

He could practically feel the moment when the boy submitted to him, and his tongue pressed firmer against him. His tongue moved from his ear down, slowly, to his neck. He only paused at the sudden sound, the gentle beg. His tail began to wag, a small smirk crossing his face. Please what? He hummed, his mouth lingering in that same crook, gently nibbling and licking inbetween words. Because I can please you, you just need to tell me how and where,