Chapter 12 Rougher

• Warlord was doing as promised. He was filling my mouth with his hard length. Stroking along my tongue as he grew stiffer. His aggression mounting because we were only a couple night’s shy of the Mating Moon.
• He growled and he was riding into my face. His hips beginning to jerk.
• The sounds of his pleasure was doing wild things to me, in return. Despite the momentary fear I’d experience as he filled my throat. Worrying when my next breath of air would come, I found myself savoring the sounds he was making.