"That's something, at least." Edmund opened the satchel up to see what he had to work with, since he was reconciled to not having the alpha he really wanted to mate with. There was a bottle of oil - he didn't think that would be very necessary, considering how soaked he felt there, but perhaps it would be nice other places - and a hollow sponge tube, and several phalluses of different shapes and sizes. Edmund knew exactly which one he wanted at a glance. He pulled out the smooth glass sculpture, its shaft a little curved and nice and thick, with a widened handle and, most importantly, a large bulbous knot right above it.
His heart was beginning to pound. This was really going to happen. Had to happen, he was so ravenous. His face felt like it was burning up, whether from fever or embarrassment, he wasn't sure. He knew it would be much better after, he just had to get to the after.
Nervous as a maiden on her wedding night, Edmund unfastened his trousers and slithered out of them, discarding the smallclothes beneath with one go. Instantly, the tent swirled with the scent of his slick, a fragrant musk, dark and woody. He was blushing at its obviousness, at the clear need that strained at his swollen cock and the glistening fluid that trickled to his inner thighs. He cupped his palm over himself, the tips of his fingers curled at the base of his balls, and gave the softest of sounds at the slight relief of it.
"H-how long does the bite's effects last?" he stammered. "After this heat...will I have more?"
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Date: 2017-08-24 05:38 pm (UTC)His heart was beginning to pound. This was really going to happen. Had to happen, he was so ravenous. His face felt like it was burning up, whether from fever or embarrassment, he wasn't sure. He knew it would be much better after, he just had to get to the after.
Nervous as a maiden on her wedding night, Edmund unfastened his trousers and slithered out of them, discarding the smallclothes beneath with one go. Instantly, the tent swirled with the scent of his slick, a fragrant musk, dark and woody. He was blushing at its obviousness, at the clear need that strained at his swollen cock and the glistening fluid that trickled to his inner thighs. He cupped his palm over himself, the tips of his fingers curled at the base of his balls, and gave the softest of sounds at the slight relief of it.
"H-how long does the bite's effects last?" he stammered. "After this heat...will I have more?"