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“So in control for such a young thing.” Raiden’s low voice rumbled as he closed the distance smelling just how much the other was restraining himself. Lies were easy to tell to most, but certain creatures could smell the truth. Raiden was one of those. It took someone seasoned in the art of deceit to get something past him. That man was not Taryn.
The tribrid pulled the pretty thing flush against his flawless form. “I can hear that quiver in your voice and smell the need comin off you pup. Don’t act like I don’t get your cock drippin.” He hummed dipping his head to nip the Valkyrie’s ear.
The minute Raiden pulled him close, Taryn’s eyes fluttered shut. It was like a wire pressed to his skin, having Raiden tug him close and he automatically locked arms around the master’s neck, moaning quietly as he ground himself like some needy bitch in heat against the man’s thigh. A tree trunk in comparison to Taryn. “You do, sir...” He tilted his head to the other side to give Raiden far more room to work with. “Please... I need you to bend me over something... please.”











