I jerked my focus up to his face, holding my breath as he slowly smiled, the visage distorted because of his fangs and tusks. But I was starting to find it not ugly or frightening.
In fact, I felt that familiar pulse between my thighs again because of it.
His nostrils flared and he took a step closer, his big, heavy cock bobbing, his large, hairy balls swinging back and forth from the movement. He lowered his head slightly, the massive arches of his horns turning me on.
Oh, God… what is wrong with me?
“And I know you can’t wait until you’re mine as well. I can smell the sweet honey that flows out of that tight little cunt right now.”
I took another step back just as I felt my pussy become even wetter.
“And once you are in my bed, I will brand you until you smell of my seed, sweat, and musk. It will cover every inch of you from the inside out, and be so deep in your womb that there will be no denying you are mine.”