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HP. 572/572
STM. 91/91
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PFP is by Daftpatriot.
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His large, thick length throbbed heavily within the canines rear. He appears to be close already.
If he was lucky, this could be a warning. A learning experience.
However..
..This could also just be the end of his short-lived journey. Kept. Milked.
Claimed.
Apollo had no knowledge of the wolf beforehand. No way to prepare, no way to anticipate such a beast of a man being in these woods.
"G-Gods..! Gods, *please*!"
A desperate, shaky plea leaves the reptile. Claws holding onto the God's thick, bubble shaped rear as if his life -
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And no. This will not reward him with experience.
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"Could we lay here for just.. a few more moments..?"
Apollo gives the wolf a small squeeze. Johnathan was.. warm, comforting. If anything, he was akin to one of the bonfires that provides the undead with respite.
Apollo falls into the kiss rather easily; going back to burying his snout into the other's fur once it ends.
"Mmh.. so it does.."
Truthfully, he didn't need sleep. Such an act didn't provide much for a being that was undead.. but, with Johnathan, he partook in it regardless.
"My dreams have been made reality this day."
A kiss for the dragon as he pulls them in closer, practically acting as if he was sheltering the poor Apollo from the harmful rays of the sun.
"Our duty calls us from this bed today, and whilst such things are bittersweet..."
He's interrupted by a moan, closing his eyes tightly. As a number of shaky, unstable pants and breaths left him, the smaller dragon being rendered unable to regain any control over the situation..
Apollo took a few moments to steady himself, well, *attempted* to. With every attempt, he found himself slipping further and further.
"Hnf..!"
He withholds another moan; his claws digging into the canines plush, godly rear.
"S-Slow down..! I-I can't-"
Apollo shuffles, arms wrapping themselves around Johnathan in a soft hug. His snout buried against the soft fur of the wolf's neck; a soft kiss being given as Apollo tightened his grip around them.
"Mh.. Good morning to you, too.."
Another kiss. He seems affectionate today.
An arm is wrapped around @ASXENONE as Jonathan rouses from slumber, a smile on his face once eyes lock on to that draconic form.
"A wonderful morning."
The Dragonoid *was* in the middle of tending to his halberd..
But, it seems that the canine had other plans for him. A series of soft, gentle moans leave the reptile, hands grabbing the other's hips.
"Mmhf.."
The large dragon groans once more. Length causing his loincloth to move to the side, throbbing. . .
"M-My love, you know that.. unnf.."
He squirms. Panting. Seems like he really likes the praise, the poor guy is practically melting in Calli's grasp.
Huff. . .
Apollo isn't used to being grabbed like that. He exhales, letting out a soft grunt shortly afterwards.
"Oh, Calli.. mhf.."
..Can't really blame the guy for feeling Apollo up, honestly. He's big. Soft.
- up from the floor. Using his arm to wipe away the blood that dripped from his nose.
"Urrgh.. If it bleeds, it can be killed.."
He mutters to himself, pointing his weapon at the other.
Before rushing in, jumping into the air, and swinging down..!
While Apollo had tried to dodge, his reaction speed is still human.
He felt a sharp pain course throughout his body as he was flung away, still holding onto his weapon like his life depended on it.
Landing a few feet away with a thud, Apollo groans. Pulling himself -
With a hand out, he stops the weapon, and it's user a couple of drops of glistening gold fluid drips from his hand.
"Hm? That actually cut me, huh? Now that's cute. You're already doing better than most people."
Pushing the weapon down his free hand jolted at the dragons face+