[The licking stops only for a moment for Wriothesley to tilt his head, contemplating on if he should continue or stop. The tail wagging stops for a moment too as he comes to a decision. Honestly he wouldn't mind being Satan's bitch he decides licks his face one more time. His cold wet nose brushes up against Satan's neck as he takes in deep breathes of his scent, something so familiar and soothing that the grip he has on him tightens. Those careful claws dig in a little to flesh as he indulges in the scent.]
More...take me.
[Those claws release their grip, and his tail starts to wag again though not as feverishly as before more contained as if waiting for Satan's move on him.]
You're pretty too...beautiful.
[He shifts them both to the side so that they arent laying on his back anymore but on both their sides on the floor. Something about this makes Satan seem so much smaller now in his arms and for a moment the wolf whimpers and whines.]
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More...take me.
[Those claws release their grip, and his tail starts to wag again though not as feverishly as before more contained as if waiting for Satan's move on him.]
You're pretty too...beautiful.
[He shifts them both to the side so that they arent laying on his back anymore but on both their sides on the floor. Something about this makes Satan seem so much smaller now in his arms and for a moment the wolf whimpers and whines.]
Am I...am I too big for you to fuck?