“Don’t be scared,” I told her. “It’s OK. It won’t hurt you. I can never hurt you.” “There’s a bone hook,” she said, pointing and staring, fear changing her scent to an acrid stink that made me want to pull away or make it better. “We have a baculum, just like bears do, but ours has… added benefits. When we’re fucking you, buried so deep and you’re all wet and screaming below, it’ll shoot out right when you are ready to come, catching on your G-spot and locking us inside you. We don’t come in one quick series of spurts.”
