GRAE'S RING

Once the Graemen chooses you, there's no escape.
Not from its ​loyalty...nor from its heat.

It wraps its fur tail around your waist, pulling you close with a low, rumbling grrrhh.
You feel its thick cock press in...warm, pulsing, curved just right.
"slap! ssslap!"
Its furry balls slap against your ass with every thrust, the rhythm messy, hungry, wet.

"Haah... ngh—"
Your moans mix with its panting breath, huff, huff, hot and ragged in your ear.
The Grae’s Ring tightens around your shaft, dragging your orgasm back up before it can fade.

You tremble, helpless.
It growls again, deeper this time.....grrrrrhnnff...and pushes harder.
One more thrust, one more squeeze, and—

"Pop"

You release again. Legs shaking, body spent, cock twitching in its grip.
Behind you, the Graemen’s claws flex. A soft whine escapes its throat..auuuuhh...
before it leans down to lick your tip clean, slow and tender.

It’s not done.
Not even close.