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If you knew, you knew. And the people who knew couldn’t get enough of his knot.
“Every time you find out another type of supernatural creature exists, your first reaction is always, ‘Oooh, can I fuck one?’
My pack alpha got stuck in a window, and I had to fuck him out of it! The fae made my sex doll come to life, and now it won’t stop riding my dick! A pride of feline shifters captured me and made me the lions’ share!
He’d never fucked someone until they were dead to the world, but he had to say he kind of liked it. Maybe humans had their good points after all.
It’s not some instant connection. There are people we’re more compatible with, but it might take a bit to realize how truly compatible two people are.”
Hehehe
My Hungry Customer Gave Me More Than Just the Tip. Cinematic masterpiece. Right up there with your Battle of Two Hung Alphas: Who Comes on Top? Never saw the plot twist of both coming.”
I’d put up with a lot of bullshit for his linguine.” “His… linguine? I’ve never heard it called that before.” “No,” Hunter said, chuckling. “His pasta. It’s significantly more impressive than his dick.”
“I’m going to assume normal magic circles don’t generally feature twelve dicks drawn in glitter, all ejaculating sparkles toward a blank center where I’m guessing we’ll be fucking,”
Tristan’s worst apparently consisted of a series of dicks that formed a circle on his torso in what could only be described as the life cycle of an erection.
“Making animals fight is unethical.” Richard’s expression was clearly judging Hunter’s entertainment choices. “Oh my god. You’re such a softy. I thought you were some complete unfeeling jackass, but you won’t even kill a fictional animal in a video game. You’re the softest softy to ever soft. How do you do porn when you’re this soft?”
If anyone doubted that, he’d show them the hundred-plus recipes he’d bookmarked on his phone over the last few weeks. There were way more of them than nights they had left together. If Richard really had been cooking for Hunter, he’d only have another fifty or so saved.
“I’m saving tons of recipes because I like to cook not because I want him to stay forever”
underneath your whole prickly asshole persona, you’re surprisingly not the worst.
If Chance relished getting spit-roasted any more, they’d have to rename the Eiffel Tower in his honor.
So I started to assume he was an alien, but I figured whatever. Worst-case scenario, he takes me to his people for a thorough probing.
“WHERE IS HE?” Hunter yelled, looking around with a frantic stare. “WHERE IS THE… THE FLOOZY WHO WANTS TO SLEEP WITH MY MATE?”
“I AM TAKING MY MATE AND GOING HOME!” he announced as the crew stared at them. “WHERE NONE OF YOU TROLLOPS CAN SOIL HIM WITH YOUR STRUMPET HANDS AND TARTY WAYS!”
I'll watch boring human porn for the rest of my existence in protest!
Today, I saw the face of god, and their name is DickHunt.
