The powerful winds of the high skies howled and tossed in Safik's ears he soared above the barren wastelands. The acrid taste of ash and sulfur stung his nostrils still; ambers from the recent battles still lingering in the air. His emerald eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of his brethren who had deserted them, for their absence weighted heavily on the heart of his leader, Alruzak, even if he wished not to admit it.

Alruzak, with his own great ebony wings flapping with barely contained rage, thundered alongside Safik. Whenever he thought he traced a sign of one of his subjects hiding, or worse, fleeing, his growls and snarls would manifest fiercely. They echoed across the desolate landscape, making the sole companion traveling at his side increasingly wary of Alruzak’s tempestuous behavior. Safik's hoped that the long flight across the badlands would dissipate his leader's rage.

Yet, as they flew, he had tried to reason with Alruzak, his voice barely audible over the roar of the wind. "Brother, we cannot let the desertion of a few blind us to the loyalty of the many," he said, determined, yet cautious.

Alruzak snorted upon being challenged, a plume of smoke trailing from his shuddering nostrils. "Their betrayal cuts too deep, Safik. We trusted them to stand by our side no matter what, and just when we needed them most, just when we were about to cleanse the filth from our ancestral lands…they weakened our flock in the face of our greatest conquest with their DISLOYALTY!!"

Safik nodded, understanding his leader's pain, but still striving for a few grains of reason. "We have endured worse, brother. We will rebuild our strength in time, and our enemies will learn to fear what we will become once our wings darken the skies once more!"

Silence. Tense, heavy silence was Alruzak’s answer.

The two wyverns continued their flight, the desolate landscape stretching out beneath the like a curtain of rust. As they traveled, Alruzak's anger began to abate bit by bit, his usual growls giving way to contemplative silence. Safik, ever watchful of his leader’s demeanor, noticed a change in Alruzak. Gliding close enough for their wings to touch tips, he comforted his leader with a benevolent gaze.

"You still seem troubled," Safik observed, his voice gentle but probing. "Is there something else bothering you?"

Alruzak hesitated for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he considered whether to share his thoughts. "The ones who betrayed us, Safik... they were close to me. They knew my plans, my secrets. I cannot help but wonder if…some have shared this knowledge with our enemies."

Safik's heart ached at that prospect, knowing that trust was a rusty chain absent means of repairing once broken. "What is done can no longer be changed. We must remain vigilant for counter-attacks, but we cannot lose faith in those who still remain with us in the fight. We are still strong, few as we may now be, and through the fire of determination, we shall find a way to overcome the misfortune that befell our flock."

Alruzak sighed. The weight of his responsibilities hung down heavily upon him. "Perhaps you are right, Safik. We have faced worse trials, yet we have always prevailed in the end. Still, the losses we incurred shall not be easily forgotten…nor ever forgiven."

As they continued their flight, the shadows of the badlands growing long beneath them, Safik sensed a renewed determination in Alruzak's wingbeats. It was then that he dared to broach the subject that had been gnawing at his mind all along.

"Alruzak, do you think it possible that there may have been a few valid reasons for their desertion?" Safik ventured cautiously, his voice barely audible above the wind.

Alruzak's eyes flashed with anger for a moment, but then he seemed to consider Safik's question seriously. "I cannot bring myself to explore every possibility, especially one so narrow, Safik. It is difficult to fathom any motivation that crossed their pathetically short-thinking minds apart from the obvious thirst to recapture our once-lost glory, but we must not allow our thoughts to be consumed by their betrayal. This wind only blows one way."

Safik nodded, satisfied with that answer. If Alruzak was beginning to accept the situation as it was, perhaps they could truly put this incident behind them. "We will find a way to bring the traitors to justice, brother. If we ever catch a sniff of them wearing the human colors, we will ensure that their punishment is swift and inevitable.”

As the sun started to rescind its place in the sky, painting the sky in hues of blood and fire, Safik and Alruzak began to descend, their flight leading them between two towering mounds of stone that appeared to dwarf even their massive forms. The sky above them bruised into a pleasant shade of violet as the sun's last rays slipped beneath the horizon.

The half moon, pale and serene, emerged far opposite to the sun, accompanied by the brightest stars heralding the coming of the night. It was a scene of breathtaking beauty, one that seemed to stand in stark contrast to the simmering anger that still smoldered in Alruzak's breast.

As the two wyverns settled in the space between the stone mounds, their massive forms dwarfed by the towering rock formations, Alruzak finally broke the silence. "Am I in the wrong? Have I been too eager to vanquish our human enemies... that I forgot about the needs of my flock?" His voice rang low in the depths of his throat, uncertain, and tinged with doubt.

Safik hesitated, knowing the weight of his words could either soothe Alruzak’s troubled heart or stoke the fires of his rage. He decided that honesty, rather than a sweet lie, was what Alruzak needed to hear in this moment.

"Brother…” he began by addressing Alruzak as the precious ally he formed through a time-tested bond, instead of the leader that he followed, “you are as fierce as the storm, relentless like the lightning that reaches down from the sky to punish the wicked, but sometimes… your emotions can cloud your judgment. It is important to remember that our flock, like any living being, has needs and desires that must be fed with something other than thirst for human blood."

Alruzak's eyes flashed dangerously at Safik's words, his pride wounded by the revelation of his own flaws. In his mind, he was an infallible leader who demanded absolute loyalty and had never anticipated that his flock could think for themselves. The thought that he could be seen as anything less than perfect ignited his anger anew, and his nostrils flared, releasing tendrils of thick blackened smoke.

“How…DARE YOU??”

With a roar, Alruzak lunged at Safik, his talons slashing through the air with deadly intent. His tempestuous emotions always flared high in such moments, but now, they completely wrapped the black wyvern in their seething curtain, driving him to lash out at the one who had dared expose his weaknesses, be it his own, closest flock-mate.

Safik barely managed to evade the swipe of Alruzak's talons. With his own fangs barred in answer, his survival instincts swiftly kicked in, and he responded in kind, launching himself at the larger wyvern in a desperate attempt to restrain the incoming threat at his address.

The two scaled behemoths clashed amidst dust and rocks, their battle a stark contrast to the tranquil beauty that surrounded them. Their roars echoed through the badlands, shattering the silence and sending smaller creatures cowering under any rock they could find.

The black wyvern, fueled by his wounded pride, fought with a ferocity that belied his massive size. His ebony scales glinted like obsidian in the fading sunlight as he struck at Safik, seeing an enemy in the place of his former ally’s place.

Yet Safik, though smaller and lighter than his opponent, avoided the grappling talons swiftly, with a cunning born from years of experience. He dodged and weaved through Alruzak's onslaught of talons and fangs, his sand-colored scales blending seamlessly with the surrounding landscape as he moved.

The two wyverns traded blows as they leapt around and over each other, their talons striking upon scales, their powerful bodies slamming into one another in attempts for a tackle. Blood was drawn on both sides, staining the sand covering the ground and mingling with the dust kicked up by their conflict.

The more they tried to overpower one another, the further Safik began to tire, his strength waning in the face of Alruzak's relentless fury. He knew that he could not keep up the pace for much longer.

A desperate plan began to form in his mind.

Feigning exhaustion, Safik stumbled and fell to the ground, allowing Alruzak to close in for the kill. As his leader's talons descended upon his exposed form, Safik gathered the last of his strength and lunged upward, catching Alruzak by surprise.

The two wyverns crashed to the ground, a tangle of wings and limbs as they struggled for dominance. Safik's last-ditch effort had succeeded in momentarily stunning Alruzak, but he knew it was only a matter of time before his leader regained the upper hand.

Battered and bruised, Safik struggled beneath Alruzak's overpowering form. The taste of blood in his mouth standing a bitter reminder of the rift that had formed between them.

"Must we destroy their entire kingdom before you are satisfied?" Safik snapped, wincing as Alruzak's talons dug past the sharp scales that protected his chest. "The humans have claimed our ancestral lands, yes, but perhaps we can bargain with them to leave towards better prospects. Their forces bleed in the same way ours do!”

Snarling with contempt, Alruzak growled, the flicker of rage still alive in his eyes. "They have invaded our home and slaughtered our kin! Their blood must pay for all the dragons they plucked from our flock, from our lives! We cannot show weakness. If we flicker, even for a moment, they will continue to encroach upon our lands until they drive us out completely!"

Safik, despite the pain and exhaustion that threatened to consume him, pushed back against Alruzak's words. "I understand…yet, a cornered beast is often more dangerous than one allowed to roam free. If we attack them with unrestrained aggression, they may band together and pose an even greater threat! How… can we hope to stand against their onslaught, if our kin will be made to serve in their ranks?"

Alruzak hesitated. The stubborn anger that had driven him this far refused to be extinguished. Still, he snarled. Still, he seethed.

"The treachery of those misbegotten whelps cannot go unanswered!! We must be as one, if we are to rip the human filth from our lands. All dragons must learn to fear and respect us, or we will never know peace, even amongst our own!"

The black wyvern’s words stung deep, revealing the depth of his pain and the desire to see justice served.

"How far are you willing to go?” Safik asked. “How much will you sacrifice? What of our own losses, brother? Can we afford to risk more of our flock in a war we’ll never see an end to?”

At last, the sting of Safik's own words seemed to strike Alruzak, his grip momentarily faltering as he considered the cost of his proposed vengeance. "We will not be trampled underfoot by these…invaders," he growled.

Safik seized upon the momentary weakness. "There may be another way, Alruzak. A path that allows us to reclaim our lands without risking everything we hold dear."

Alruzak's eyes locked onto Safik's, the two wyverns locked in a battle of wills as much as a physical contest. Alruzak took a deep breath, his eyes holding Safik's gaze as he struggled to find the words he needed to say. A slight tremor ran through his body, betraying the depth of his inner turmoil.

"I cannot deny that my hatred of humans pushes me to the very brink sometimes, Safik," he said, his voice strained with the effort of restraint. "But I am also reluctant to lose more of our flock to their spears, swords, and ballistas. I... I am sorry for what I have done to you. This battle, much as I wish it would be so, cannot solely be won by my talons alone."

The simple admission soothed Safik. With his golden scales shimmering like sun-kissed sand in the fading light of the sun, he regarded his brother with a sense of relief. "It takes great courage to admit when we are wrong, Alruzak. We have both made mistakes, but it is not too late for us to learn from the past in order to secure a better future."

Alruzak's eyes flickered with uncertainty, as if afraid that his confession would shatter the fragile bond they clung to. "Do you truly believe so?" he asked, a low growl humming in his throat, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Nodding confidently, Safik’s eyes shone with quiet determination. "I do… brother. We have faced many trials together, and we will face many more still. All we have is each other. Bickery is the vice of the humans. Let them fight amongst themselves for power, riches, glory and rights, while we allow ourselves to mend our wounds.”

With great care, Alruzak lowered his massive head, his snout gently brushing against the wounds he had inflicted upon his brother in tooth and claw. His warm breath washed over Safik's injured flesh as he tenderly licked the bloodied gashes, a gesture of contrition latched with the warm, wet weight of unspoken forgiveness.

Safik let out a low, rumbling purr in response, the vibrations of his contentment echoing through their intertwined forms. "Your apology means more than you know, my leader…my brother…my…friend," he murmured, rumbling in delight at his leader’s soft touch...the first he had felt in months.

Touched by Alruzak's apology and the vulnerability he displayed, Safik responded in kind. He stretched his neck, his golden snout venturing along Alruzak's leg to lick a scratch on the inside of his flank. The intimate gesture spoke volumes, a silent reassurance of their renewed partnership, a bond forged in the blood they shed together and the unspoken love that kept them flying together across many years of adversity, even in the face of their differences.

As Safik's tongue made contact with Alruzak's wound, the larger wyvern let out a low, grateful growl, his body relaxing beneath the soothing touch. "We can both be blinded by our emotions, Safik. But together, I am sure we can find a better path to achieve our goals. I am grateful for your guidance. My rage…justified as it may be, is born of loss, whereas you…you’re here. You’ve always been…here," he sighed. “If I would’ve lost you too, I…”

“Think nothing of it.”

Under the fiery veil of the sunset, Safik's nostrils flared, drawn not by the allure of the dusty surroundings, but by the rich, musky scent emanating from between Alruzak’s legs. This aroma was heavy, even sour, a stark contrast to the crisp evening air. It painted a picture of raw strength and wild, untamed power befit of his mentor’s tempestuous temper, tempting him closer.

With each nudge along Alruzak’s plated underbelly, Safik discovered the intricate textures hidden within the fleshy rift of his mentor’s gender. The scent of his fleshy veil, even from a distance, proved nothing short of intoxicating, deeper, headier than the fresher tones that emanated from Safik himself.

As Safik slid his tongue over that sensitive rift, Alruzak's deep rumble changed in timbre, becoming more resonant and expressive. The new sensation brought forth by Safik's exploration -a combination of nuzzles and quick testing dabs of his forked tongue tip- sent rhythmic vibrations through the larger wyvern’s body. And as Safik's snout ventured closer and his tongue delicately began its wet, sloppy dance, the wet, slick sounds meshed with Alruzak's rumbling growls.

Alruzak, upon feeling this new touch, dipped his head underneath his chest to lock eyes with Safik, a soft warning in his gaze. Not many were allowed to have access to his innermost sanctuary...but Safik’s resolve was unyielding, and he was determined to discover more of this newfound treasure. The very act of Safik's tongue moving against the moist folds was filled with soft, wet sounds that harmonized with the distant chirps of nocturnal creatures.

As Safik continued his journey deeper into the larger wyvern’s vent amidst hisses and rumbles of rising satisfaction, Alruzak too became more attuned to the subtle scents that wafted from Safik. In stark contrast to his own musky odor, Safik's aroma filled the air with a smoother tint, carrying a gentle aquatic undertone, as if it spoke of sunlight filtered through golden scales and lazy days spent basking on sun-kissed rocks.

Overwhelmed by the gentle fragrance of Safik, Alruzak felt a compulsion to taste the source. Tentatively, he edged his snout closer to Safik's genital slit. The first taste that graced his tongue stood upon its tip as a revelation of pleasures. Slightly salty, watery in its consistency but carrying the very essence of Safik, it painted a hot culmination of the younger male’s fertile beauty.

In contrast, Alruzak’s own flavor painted a different meaning. The viscous texture clung to Safik's tongue, a lingering reminder of the rugged landscape Alruzak commanded, and the many weeks he spent sheathed inside his own vent without even a stray thought of warm, self-inflicted reprieve.

Amidst this torrent of licks and pleasures, the soft sounds of their mutual exploration echoed, building a symphony of slick slurps, passionate rumbles, and gentle purrs. The interplay of their contrasting aromas painted a vivid picture - the musky against the smooth, the assertive with the tender, the bold leader and his follower.

Alruzak’s thoughts soon became a whirlwind, a cacophony of frustration and intense pleasure as he struggled under a downpour of stimuli he hadn’t experienced in weeks.

How does he know? How does he always know where to strike? Each touch of Safik's tongue upon the surface of his slit seemed calculated, purposeful, targeting the very core of his vulnerabilities. His mind raced, memories of past transgressions, mistakes, and lessons learned tangled with the electrifying sensations coursing through his body. Damn this…heat! Grahhh! Alruzak muttered internally, irritation and admiration alike burning underneath his shuddering form.

However, as the seconds passed and Safik's sloppy ministrations continued, Alruzak's mental barriers began to crumble. The swirling storm of emotions inside him became gradually replaced by a singular, powerful urge. An overwhelming need began to rise within him, threatening to drown out every other thought. It was an ache, a longing, an imperative; the desire to reward his loyal follower for being here. For…pleasuring him.

With a dip of his head and a simmering growl rumbling in his throat, Alruzak slowly began to reciprocate, leaning into the unique scent of Safik's slit. He lapped, soft at first, then harder and deeper, the younger male’s scent an intoxicating blend of musk and something uniquely arousing: a fragrance that spoke of strength, loyalty, and unspent passion. With each sniff, Alruzak became more enamored, his own inhibitions fading away. The emerging rod of flesh from Safik’s fleshy expanse caught his attention, barbed and exquisite in its design. Alruzak, lost in the aroma and sight, nuzzled closer, his snout rubbing and exploring the barbed tip with a curiosity and fervor that mirrored his mounting arousal.

His large nostrils flared to absorb the intrinsic scent, each inhale filled with the heady aroma of Safik's arousal. The sounds escaping him turned primitive, deep whimpers and rumbles that resonated with his mounting need to feast on a fellow male’s essence. Every fiber of his being seemed to be zeroing in on Safik, drawn irresistibly to the epicenter of his pleasure.
Safik, meanwhile, was not passive in this dance of passion. As Alruzak began to explore him more deeply, Safik's body responded with involuntary spasms of pleasure. Each touch of Alruzak’s tongue sent waves of heated bliss spearing through his increasingly tenser form. He writhed, squirted, and throbbed, unleashing growls, whimpers, and soft moans that splattered the air with life even as pre dripped heavily from his twitching cock.

In between those particularly intense spasms of pleasure where his cock-home got invaded down to the very bottom, Safik paused, pulling his own dripping tongue back just enough to witness the sight before him. The usually stoic and composed Alruzak, his mentor, now turned into a creature of pure desire, lost in the throes of passion, eating away at his vent like a male on the cusp of breeding his first female. Safik's heart swelled with a blend of pride and affection, watching Alruzak's large tongue lap at him with such intensity.

As Alruzak's tongue delved and explored, it met the resistance of Safik's still-sheathed member, feeling the soft, velvety exterior giving way to the harder presence beneath. It was like a hidden treasure, veiled beneath layers of flesh, waiting to be discovered. With each pass of his tongue, Alruzak could feel it pulsating, reacting to his touch, growing slightly more pronounced with every beat of his partner’s heart.

And then, as his tongue moved higher, it met the very tip of Safik’s member. The barbs, tiny and delicate, seemed to beckon him, urging him to pay them special attention. Alruzak obliged, the very tip of his tongue dancing around them, teasing them, playing with them…

Safik’s breathing grew ragged with pleasure, every exhale a mix of between a growl and a whimper. The weight of Alruzak's focus on that particular spot was intense, almost overwhelming. His barbed tip, usually a source of power and dominance over other males he disciplined, now became a beacon of vulnerability and pleasure, exposed before his mentor’s raw needs. Safik's body responded instinctively, writhing and shifting, urging Alruzak to continue, to explore deeper, to bring him to the very precipice of ecstasy.

Yet, in his heightened state of passion, Alruzak sought stronger, more potent scents to satiate his growing desire. He gently nudged his way downwards, bypassing Safik's exposed slit to draw closer to the golden wyvern’s tailhole. The musky scent there was dark and intoxicating, promising a deeper, wilder thrill. As he inhaled deeply through his shuddering nostrils, his own engorged member brushed against the bridge of Safik's snout. Each glide sent tingles down his spine, igniting fantasies of asserting dominance, of mating with Safik in this primal manner.

Yet, as he dared to part the tender scales surrounding Safik's tailhole with the gentle tip of a wing-claw, he was greeted with a deluge of scents so overpowering that they took him by storm. The unmistakable aroma of pent-up musk that only now tasted the freshness of air, the raw scent of a wyvern who'd abstained from receiving a tongue or a cock down there for what felt like ages, merged with the natural musk of the area, making Alruzak’s throat sing and his legs, weak. His body responded viscerally, the very core of him reacting with a primal urgency that he hadn't felt in a long while.

Caught in the rush of sensations, the images in Alruzak’s mind became hazy, blurred by overwhelming lust. The need to release, to give in to the maelstrom of feelings boiling inside him, grew stronger with each passing moment. He could visualize himself entwined with Safik, their bodies joined in the desperate conquest to take and to be taken in return. The very thought of inserting himself inside that tight, musky hole pushed him to the very gates of heaven.

Upon simply envisioning his hard, aching length burying down to the vent inside something so soft, so tight, so musky, Alruzak thrust. He thrust, hard! And with that single thrust came release. The seed that had been bubbling deep within him surged forth, propelled by the pent-up passion and the tantalizing scents he’d just encountered. A deep, whimpering moan tore from his throat, each tremor of pleasure evident in the shuddering of his vast frame.

In the throes of his climax, Alruzak sought to take Safik's emerging member into his jaws, desperate to taste the golden wyvern’s essence, to feel the heat of Safik’s climax as it mirrored his own. But the deluge of emotions, the overwhelming tide of sensations, left him confused and uncoordinated. He missed, his jaws grazing the base rather than enveloping the shaft, as he intended.

Safik, however, knew where to attack. The intense focus on his mentor’s spasming slit, the vibration of Alruzak’s moans, and the sensation of the larger wyvern’s release proved to be his undoing. His body tensed, and then, with a powerful thrust, he too prepared to unleash. The sight of Alruzak's passion, combined with the attentions he had been receiving, quickly pushed him over the edge. The pressure within him built up, a crescendo of need demanding release. It came suddenly and explosively, jets of warm, viscous fluid shooting forth with the force of weeks spent without ejaculating. Each spurt carried with it the weight of pent-up desire, years of unspoken feelings and tender moments shared between the two wyverns. The first jet struck Alruzak's chest with a wet slap, warm droplets splattering across his shimmering scales. A second came, then a third…

The force of Safik’s release proved just as astonishing as the waves of his master. Every pulse of his engorging cock was accompanied by a powerful jet of semen, and each hit with the force of a waterfall cascading down from a great height. The sounds of the splatters resonated with lascivious flavors, akin to heavy raindrops hitting a parched ground.

Alruzak, for his part, was not far behind. His own jets proved just as powerful, and as they intertwined with Safik's, they painted an intricate picture of passions upon each other’s scales.

The world around them became lost in the background, reduced to the rhythmic sounds of their pleasure and the sensations of warmth and wetness as their bodies continued to release. Both wyverns were locked in this dance of mutual climax, their bodies convulsing in unison, their roars of pleasure echoing across the vast landscape.

In the midst of this fervor, Alruzak managed to close the distance between them, latching onto the source of Safik's release. His tongue eagerly lapped up the flowing essence, each taste an intoxicating blend of all that Safik meant to him.

Safik, dazed and overwhelmed by the intensity of his climax, responded by pressing his snout deep into Alruzak's genital opening. The musky scents there were overpowering, grounding him in the heat of the moment, drawing him deeper into a world where they could mate with each other to their heart’s desires. Even as his own body continued its rhythmic convulsions, he found solace in the comforting aroma of his mentor, a reminder of the better things they could experience during their lives.

Gradually, their releases began to wane, the powerful jets becoming slower, less forceful. Their breaths heavy, their bodies spent, the two wyverns entangled in each other’s embrace, basking in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy.

At least for a little while.

Alruzak, asserting his dominance, lowered his formidable head to focus on the glistening area between Safik's legs. His rough yet tender tongue swept over Safik's withdrawing member, delicately cleaning the combined traces of their release from the sensitive slit.

Safik emitted a soft, appreciative rumble, his eyelids drooping with pleasure. "You always have a particular way of tending to your…preferred subjects," he murmured, gratitude evident in his tone.

A deep, amused chuckle rumbled in Alruzak's throat. "The way you phrase it, it's as if you are the only one I laid with," he retorted, his tongue undeterred in its path. "Though there have been a few, your essence, Safik... it has always been alluringly unique. Soft, yet…intoxicating."

The golden-hued wyvern responded with a languid smirk. " Well then, it's only fair that I should reciprocate." With that declaration, he slowly leaned in, his tongue gently exploring Alruzak's moistened genital slit. Each movement was made with purpose, savoring the distinct musky flavor mixed with the stickier, slightly sweeter fragrance of freshly spilled seed.

The mightier wyvern inhaled sharply, angling his body for better access. "Mrrhh yesssss," he sighed in deep pleasure. "Keep…cleaning everything. Stick your tongue as deep as you have to."
Safik continued his attentive cleaning, humming with contentment. The mutual intimacy, this raw act of caring for each other, reinforced what he always wanted to believe in his heart: that the two of them were capable of living for something more than strife.

Yet, as moments passed, Safik could feel the weight of Alruzak's intent gaze upon a certain part of him. Anticipation built, and without warning, Alruzak's tongue slid audaciously towards his tailhole. The muscle there involuntarily contracted at the contact, sending a jolt of surprise through Safik's spine. The sinewy tongue did not stop at the surface, but probed deeper, causing the muscles around to flutter and tighten in a mix of shock and pleasure.

Safik gasped, momentarily breathless from the sudden, intimate intrusion. He looked up, met by Alruzak's smoldering eyes that radiated a possessive dominance, a hint of playful threat dancing within. "You... I knew you wouldn’t be fully sated!" Safik growled, lips quivering over his wet, gleaming fangs as the snarl of pleasure refused to rescind.
Alruzak's toothy grin grew wider, his voice dripping with authority and a teasing menace. "Just a tantalizing promise, my golden beauty. A very, very enticing promise for what awaits you on our way back home."

With a shiver of lust coaxing his tail muscles to clench and flutter, Safik leaned closer, whispering, "I may just make it easy for you, brother."

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