M-Slaves to our Instincts
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He was caught up in the release, every muscle tensed before inevitably feeling started to come back to his body. His knees where killing him, having been using them to hold most of his weight for a prolonged period of time. But it was her shifting body underneath him and her soft whines that set his mind into motion. The knot insured he couldn’t leave her, making sure his seed was firmly planted within her. But his form angled above hers for a moment, careful not to hurt either of them, as his arms slowly wrapped around her stomach and chest. He picked up her form then, setting her rear against his theighs, as he rocked backward against the wall of the den. The angle wasn’t quite as perfect as before but it didn’t deliver an immediate sense of discomfort and pain.

With her finally so close his licks, nuzzles and gentle loving bites came to her neck, cheeks, nose anything he could get a hold of. Showering her with loving attention.

“I love you X’y” he spoke before licking across her muzzle. Admiring the golden queens dirtied fur. Their children would be handsome or beautiful depending upon if they were male or female.

“I’m sure we will make beautiful puppies”


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