Week 96 is all about A Good Ole Sexy Time
The beast blinked his eyes at Craig and his mind told him to run. He
was in trouble. He needed help. He needed to pull the trigger and end the
animal’s life.
Oh, God, mate, kill it. Kill it right now!
Eyes of a deep dark colour that Craig couldn’t see, but had a feeling
were blue, stared up at him as if it were seeing something—someone—other than
Craig. The shock and sadness had him flinching on the inside as he looked down,
wanting nothing more than to be that person this beast saw.
Kill it! Now! Before it fucks up your thinking all together.
Its fur was dark, puffing up around his face, leaving only its eyes
still looking human, which was the only place Craig seemed able to focus on.
Eyes that wouldn’t let him go.
The hard body under his thighs seemed to be carbon made for the
position. Craig holstered his weapon—Stupid arse, you need to fucking shoot
it—and leant forward, letting their stomachs and chests rub while he,
admittedly slowly, took his dagger from his boot. It was comfortable, it was
snug, and it smelt like something Craig couldn’t, for the life of him, figure
out, but he didn’t want to give it up.
And onto the pimping and other random facts linked
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