Notte

Blind Taste - [Patreon Exclusive]

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The dimly lit stall thrummed with anticipation, the air thick with the scent of musk and desire. A lone wolf knelt before the partition, his breath slow and measured as his fingers traced the smooth surface of the wall, just beside the waiting shape that had emerged through the opening. A shiver ran down his spine, part instinct, part hunger.

His tongue flicked out, testing the heat that radiated from the stallion’s offering, the taste of salt and virility teasing his senses. His lips hovered, barely brushing, savoring the tension, the silent pulse of need. His breath, warm and eager, ghosted over the rigid form, drawing a sharp inhale from the other side. The wolf smirked. He was in no rush, he wanted to feel the power in his grasp, to let the anticipation coil tighter, hotter.

His slicky tongue finally traced a slow, deliberate path, savoring every inch like a predator toying with his prize. His hands, firm yet reverent, braced against the wooden barrier, feeling the quiver of muscles beyond. Each movement, each lingering pause, was a silent promise. This was a game of patience and pleasure, and he was going to take his time devouring every moment of it.