Once Yokarion invited Solara Ignis, he found himself incapable of patience. A desire for Solara – for all of him, for the thick, proud length of his dick that stirred Yokarion’s deepest desires – hrummed under his fur and skin. Yet, this yearning was tangled with a nervous embarrassment and fear that his own awkwardness would ruin the moment. But beneath the anxiety lay a solid, calming certainty: he knew Solara would take the lead and domination. He trusted that Solara would guide him, turning his clumsy fumbles into something beautiful, making everything right.
Standing in his bedroom, Yokarion’s heart hammered against his ribs. Every few seconds, his gaze jumping around the room, checking and rechecking that everything was perfect – the dimmed lights, the neatly made bed, the faint scent of something sweet in the air.
He imagined the weight of Solara’s body on his back, the feel of those distinctive gold claws grabbing his neck, and the heat that radiated from his hips. The thought of Solara’s thick, heavy cock, hard and ready just for him, hit Yokarion like a lightning strike. A raw, hungry shudder ran straight down his spine, making his tail lash and his breath stick in his throat. He ached for it. He burned for him – a desperate, physical need that left no room for anything else.
A soft knock at the door shattered the silence. Yokarion’s breath hitched. He moved to answer it, his movements stiff with anticipation. When the door swung open, Solara stood there. His eyes, warm and knowing, held a gentle smile even before his lips did….
…The room was still, save for the heavy, synchronized rhythm of their breathing. The air hung thick and warm, saturated with the musky, intimate scent of their union. Yokarion lay on his side, spent and boneless, his purple and white fur glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. The profound, full feeling that had just consumed him was now replaced by sleepiness and satisfaction.
Solara began to move. The thick knot that had locked them together, sealing Solara’s seed deep inside, finally slipped free with a hard, wet sound. A gush of warm seed followed its
exit, spilling from Yokarion’s well-used anal ring and painting his inner thighs, balls and bed sheets.
Solara’s now-softening member, still impressively large and glistening copiously with their mixed fluids. He looked down at the evidence of their passion with a primal, possessive gleam in his golden eyes.
A low, rumbling purr vibrated in Yoka’s chest as he admired the sight: He, thoroughly claimed and marked, his body glistening with the physical proof of Solara’s release.
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