Zannie groaned, her expression scrunched up in disgust. The slick flowed out in the form of a thick lump onto Ain's thigh.
"Sorry, I'll clean it up."
"No."
Zannie's hand was held, Ain shook his head and poked at the liquid without hesitation, clumsiness, or reluctance to bring his finger to his mouth. Ain's eyes blinked are funny enjoying the sweet taste of slick, not just Zannie's but both of theirs. Cum mix of wizard and werewolf.
Ain smiled at Zannie teasingly, a look full of adoration. "Tired?"
Zannie wanted to nod but the only visible action she was flat. She looked bored, at times like that she didn't want to lower her ego. "No," Zannie's little voice was almost like a whisper, hot breath hit Ain's mouth and he smiled crookedly.
He wanted to bend Zannie over to rail his big dick, coaxing it into her to the base, no matter how knotting wasn't finished.
