The Eyes of the Night #05

The minotaur advanced with a heavy step, his gait slightly hampered by a discomfort that was difficult to ignore. As he followed the path towards his leader, the orc Borz, his gaze continued to slide furtively, almost in spite of himself, towards the scene next to him. The human, on his knees, his belly distended, red and sweaty, did not pay attention to the minotaur and continued to moan weakly while liters of seed escaped from his posterior... A vision that should have simply aroused pity, but which, for Boros, aroused a very different response... instinctive... uncontrollable... : excitement.

He felt his breath grow heavier, his powerful chest rising slightly faster as a familiar heat rose in him. The image of this human marked by a wild union, an experience as brutal as it was intimate, tickled something irrepressible in his mind. His own body reacted without him being able to control it. A growing pressure settled in his crotch, and he growled softly, trying to calm this surge of desire that came to distract him.

However, it was too late. Under his tight pants, his member, of an imposing size as was common to the Tharians of his species, was awakening at an embarrassing speed. He felt his sex swell, lengthen, snaking along his thigh until it became a palpable weight and hindered in his movement. The growing rigidity pressed against the fabric of his pants and his sensitive skin, each step he took seemed to aggravate this tension.

Boros gritted his teeth, trying to keep calm. The feel of the thick fabric of his pants encasing his erection made him even more excited, each movement amplifying the crush against his muscular leg. He adjusted his pace slightly, trying to reduce the friction, but it only amplified the throbbing that pounded through his member.

He groaned again, this time deeper, as a shiver ran down his spine. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt this kind of uncontrollable arousal, but he couldn’t deny that this particular scene, this sight of a human being left in a state of cum discharge, awakened a primal instinct in him that was hard to ignore.

“Fuck…” he thought, frustrated by his own nature. Yet, a part of him relished this sensation, this burning reminder of his manhood on the verge of exploding, even as he did everything he could to contain himself. He tried to turn his mind away, to focus on his goal: to reach Borz. But his gaze was drawn again by the human's silhouette.

He slowed slightly, his feet hitting the tarmac with less conviction. His mind, although clouded by desire, still tried to formulate a rational thought. Humans... They had this strange way of mixing fragility and resistance, a combination that fascinated and attracted the Tharians. This man, on his knees, still suffering the effects of his own decision, was a living example of this duality. And, despite the pity he felt, Boros could not help but be captivated by this vision.

As he resumed his walk still hampered by the massive erection that weighed down his crotch, Boros growled one last time, the heat still very present in his loins. “Maybe this city pushes me to my limits too often,” he thought, clenching his fists to contain the excitement that continued to snake on his leg, stifled but never completely extinguished.

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...And meanwhile behind Boros... A rabbit accustomed to the slums continues to offer her generous seed to all those who open up to him... :D

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