Post by Tupoc on Feb 18, 2020 17:45:45 GMT -6
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The days had slowly started to warm up again, the rain that came was not nearly as often as it had been in the midst of winter despite the fact that it fell in a steady drizzle this day. The drizzle itself was not cold but the air still carried a slight chill to it as breezes blew over the desert landscape. The day saw the young male make his way across the desert, light on his paws as he went to avoid them sinking into the moist sand… the young male had never been a fan of the feeling of the mush between his toes. Between his clenched jaws, the Khalsa male carried the broken body of a desert hare, one that had been unfortunate enough to stir just enough in it’s brush cover as he was laying nearby. He was fulfilling his role as a Dasa of the pack, meant to hunt and to help take care of everyone in the pack… he was likely the lowest ranking member of Khalsa right now, but he could change that. He would eventually climb the ranks, he would eventually become a Paala, he did not think he would be a Srhaada like his father… but he decided it would be up to the Gods to decide that. After all in the end wasn’t everything up to them?
He padded into the caves of the Craub and immediately shook the water that had been drenching his pelt from his coat. He set the carcass down right by the wall of the cave and licked his chops clean of the blood that had come off of it. He proceeded to groom himself, letting his tongue roll over his pelt and putting every hair back in its place while also getting rid of the lingering water that had stayed on his form. He finished drying himself diligently, going over every inch of his body that he could reach with his tongue before his thoughts turned to the last time he had been in that very position… with Tristan. The thought of his sister and the memory that he shared with the young female in this place made a small shudder run through his body, one that made him wish that she had been present in that moment as well. The thoughts whirling in his head of the talented young female made a familiar warmth come to his groin area and when Tupoc turned his maw to look down the front of his body, he was not surprised to see that the warmth also came with the red tip of his rod poking out of its sheath.
Tupoc snorted with dissatisfaction… now he was horny but with no body to explore nearby. He sighed as the image, the feel, the smell of his sister’s warm body beneath him came flooding back, it didn’t help that the older females of the pack had also had a new, delicious scent that followed them around and aroused him. The more he thought about these things, the more he felt his sheath become full and the tip of his tool slipped just a little further out. He groaned and leaned back against the wall of the cave a little more, using it to help him sit up as he brought a forepaw to his grown, the roughness of his paw pad on his sheath sending another shock of pleasure down his spine and a small bead of pre-cum alreading showing at the end. The young wolf’s maw parted as he started to pant, eager to bring himself more pleasure but unsure of how to do it without possibly being too rough with the exposed sensitive flesh. He grunted in frustration at the thought, wishing he had a female, or just a wolf in general at this point, to help him in his quest for climax once more. He shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the stone wall behind him as his paw slowly rubbed up and down the length of his furry sheath, coaxing more of his rod out and his knot to begin forming as the pleasure began to build… the fresh kill only a couple feet away from him completely forgotten in that moment.
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The days had slowly started to warm up again, the rain that came was not nearly as often as it had been in the midst of winter despite the fact that it fell in a steady drizzle this day. The drizzle itself was not cold but the air still carried a slight chill to it as breezes blew over the desert landscape. The day saw the young male make his way across the desert, light on his paws as he went to avoid them sinking into the moist sand… the young male had never been a fan of the feeling of the mush between his toes. Between his clenched jaws, the Khalsa male carried the broken body of a desert hare, one that had been unfortunate enough to stir just enough in it’s brush cover as he was laying nearby. He was fulfilling his role as a Dasa of the pack, meant to hunt and to help take care of everyone in the pack… he was likely the lowest ranking member of Khalsa right now, but he could change that. He would eventually climb the ranks, he would eventually become a Paala, he did not think he would be a Srhaada like his father… but he decided it would be up to the Gods to decide that. After all in the end wasn’t everything up to them?
He padded into the caves of the Craub and immediately shook the water that had been drenching his pelt from his coat. He set the carcass down right by the wall of the cave and licked his chops clean of the blood that had come off of it. He proceeded to groom himself, letting his tongue roll over his pelt and putting every hair back in its place while also getting rid of the lingering water that had stayed on his form. He finished drying himself diligently, going over every inch of his body that he could reach with his tongue before his thoughts turned to the last time he had been in that very position… with Tristan. The thought of his sister and the memory that he shared with the young female in this place made a small shudder run through his body, one that made him wish that she had been present in that moment as well. The thoughts whirling in his head of the talented young female made a familiar warmth come to his groin area and when Tupoc turned his maw to look down the front of his body, he was not surprised to see that the warmth also came with the red tip of his rod poking out of its sheath.
Tupoc snorted with dissatisfaction… now he was horny but with no body to explore nearby. He sighed as the image, the feel, the smell of his sister’s warm body beneath him came flooding back, it didn’t help that the older females of the pack had also had a new, delicious scent that followed them around and aroused him. The more he thought about these things, the more he felt his sheath become full and the tip of his tool slipped just a little further out. He groaned and leaned back against the wall of the cave a little more, using it to help him sit up as he brought a forepaw to his grown, the roughness of his paw pad on his sheath sending another shock of pleasure down his spine and a small bead of pre-cum alreading showing at the end. The young wolf’s maw parted as he started to pant, eager to bring himself more pleasure but unsure of how to do it without possibly being too rough with the exposed sensitive flesh. He grunted in frustration at the thought, wishing he had a female, or just a wolf in general at this point, to help him in his quest for climax once more. He shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the stone wall behind him as his paw slowly rubbed up and down the length of his furry sheath, coaxing more of his rod out and his knot to begin forming as the pleasure began to build… the fresh kill only a couple feet away from him completely forgotten in that moment.
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