It seemed like the more that his influence spread throughout the wolf’s body, the more he gave into his carnal desires and released the inner animal that was waiting inside. And he loved it. Plump lips parted as the wolf grew more assertive, allowing the tongue into his mouth and letting his own tongue work in tandem with his as his grip continued to slide back and forth along his length. Slowly, he started to alternate the patterns, changing it up from small and fast strokes to the long and slow ones, and every so often his thumb would brush over the male’s sensitive cock head. “Come for me, pup… Come for me and show me how much you enjoy this,” he murmured after pulling back from the other’s lips, having garnered enough energy from the wolf to sate him - for now, at least - as his hand worked faster and faster against his throbbing length.
Brooks couldn’t help but whine, sounding like an injured puppy. His body was thrashing against the incubus, mainly his hips were thrusting upward into the man’s hand. “The way you talk is so ...attractive. Please keep talking to me like that, oh God!” He pleaded, snapping his canine teeth at the incubus. Precum was leaking from the slit of his cock which was hot and throbbing, rock hard in the palm of the incubus. He couldn’t help but dig his claws into the other’s shoulders, using him as an anchor as he gained more leverage. Brooks was beginning to pant like a real wolf, the whines and small whimpers continuing to pass his swollen lips. His body was craving for something more, yet he could feel himself growing closer with every second. “So close, your hand ...I need more of your hand please!” He looked at the incubus with his pleading glowing eyes.












