A scoff almost escaped the elder ghoul; he could not even begin to try and explain why he and many of his kin had been harsh as Rain put it. Times had long since changed since then- and perhaps, just perhaps, a deep part of Alpha was thankful for that. He was more thankful, though, for the distraction from the subject.
He tilted his head back once more, regarding Rain over the lid of his mask, claws working his buttons. The eagerness and curiosity if this young ghoul only fed his ego and piqued his own interest.
Now exposed once more, the second mouth cracked open. As if to prove Alphaās point on subconscious arousal, the mouth had slickened his chest with drool.
From the sticky slit emerged the tongue once again. It writhed like the worm unearthed- Alphaās doing- before seeming to grasp and reach for Rainās outstretched hand. Pearls of drool dropped from the extended member, dripping between them. As palm met tip, Alpha twitched just a bit. He became aware of the taste of the ghoulās skin, felt the solid warmth against him.
And surely Rain was getting his share of sensations. The tongue was slippery from the filmy saliva coating it, strangely heavy and meaty as it moved with steady precision. A string heat radiated it from him, steadily cooling now that it was exposed, leaving a trail of warm wet upon Rain.
Alpha stared at Rain, hoping to catch his eyes as his tongue explored his hand further. The tip pushed and thrust its way between his fingers, making great show of coating them with drool.
The hand now thoroughly tasted, the tongue wrapped its way around the ghouls wrist, tugging on his arm and stopping just short of the hungry, dripping mouth. His chest rumbled, his words deep and near purring as he spoke,
āWhat do you think, hm? Are you satisfied, or would you like to see what else it can do?ā
