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Draugr is by me!
The strangeness of hard flesh in both hands was surprising to Draugr. She was not a well-built canine; her own body was soft and fleshy where his was palpably strong. Her fingers knitted into the fur on his chest and ran along the curve of hard muscle there. She envied him more than she lusted for him, and the hand on his pectoral muscle and now his sternum fascinated her more than the hand between his legs.
Though -- the pulsing, stiff thing in her other hand was different enough to pique her interest and her envy, as well. She moved a loose hand over the length of his sex, touching the hotter, softer flesh dangling beneath his cock. The noise he made again tickled her pleasure, but she flinched at the touch between her own legs. His hands were different from her own -- his fingers were tentative where hers were certain, but he did something she did not. The sensation of something within her was foreign and exotic, and her hips trembled with it.
As he pushed forward, however, the sharp spark of pain against her muzzle made her balk and draw back from him. She broke their kiss and flicked her ears half-mast, gazing at him with pale eyes. Though they were cold and devoid of heat, it tingled through her body. Not so fast, she said. And not so hard. The wolfdog gave a little shove against his chest and released his manhood, indicating the ground with a nod.
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