Honeyed Pasture loser

assface is now skippable for further rounds!

before asmodeus could muster another retort to the golden thing that clapped back at him, another wolf appeared. if his dick hadn't been all but frozen solid, the pale man might have been incredibly charmed to be surrounded by women.

"oh my fucking god!" the man groaned instead, laying back in the snow to let them do whatever they wanted. no energy remained to foist them off.

until belharra barrelled into their midst, bringing the man's flagging muzzle up again. "don't want anything," he mumbled to her, moments before throwing up the tiny contents of his stomach and fainting dead away as the remaining bit of his strength was bled out by fever burning beneath his skin.