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Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (45/?)

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Usually that phrase would earn him a moan of anticipation, maybe even an eager pair of hands reaching straight for his cock; but this time his lover recoiled from him in an unconscious but honest display of fear.

Just a few weeks ago this man had claimed that he wouldn't mind getting fucked by a giant dog. Serano had guessed that it might have been a lie, but Romlyn's obvious panic still came as a surprise to him.

"Wait, you said you wouldn't, you promised me-"

"I lied."

Serano wondered how the dunmer would react if he found out that most of the things he had ever told him were lies. Ever since their first meeting he had just said whatever this man wanted to hear; he would never have gotten him into his bed otherwise, nor gotten him to fall in love with him, or earned himself this unwavering adoration. He was convinced that everyone else did it the same way.

"Any complaints?"

"I...no, just... give me a moment to-"

His skin started tingling when he felt the wolf perk up at the back of his mind.

Sometimes he needed to force the transformation when the animal was tired or sleepy or just plain bored, but this time the dog itself pulled him forward. All he needed to do was let himself fall, give up control and allow the other to take over, close his eyes and-

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The smell of fear. That's first. Arousal too, somewhere, but he isn't sure. This one smells different than other bitches.

Too weak, too fragile when he mounts her, unable to keep herself up. Too noisy. Whining all the time. Wretched little noises that hurt his ears. Gasps and sobs. Maybe words, but he doesn't understand, doesn't try, thinks it's a bother. Hates it when she does that.

Tight when he takes her, her cunt too small for him, and dry, far too dry even though she shouldn't be. She must be old or sick or something. Maybe both.

Painful, but he makes it fit. Forces her to take it all.

She howls even louder; stupid little thing. Last time he couldn't shut her up because the other one wouldn't let him, but now that one is preoccupied and he can bite her, close enough to her neck to make sure she gets it. He tastes her blood, her sweat; tastes her pain and fear. Shakes her once, twice, until she stops crying, stops crawling away, stops moving altogether. He can rip her apart if he wants to, and now she knows. She keeps sobbing, but she's quiet about it now. That's better.

She never gets wet for him, though. Maybe that's why no one else wanted her.