To make a Temple
Slowly at first, then with greater vigor, he began to suckle on the throbbing maleness in his beak, his mouth bobbing up and down on it as his tongue stroked and worshipped it, tasting the wonderful malepre and musk from inside his slit.
Hellish Desires
Ros takes a deep breath in and lets it back out with a satisfied sigh. There unfortunately wasn't a moon this night and it had quickly become pitch black when the moth finally decided to stop and make camp. She sat in front of the fire, watching it...