Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

chip-of-ror:

“Okay…g,getting better…” His words were true since it’s been awhile since Chip had started to protrusion in his tight hole, but he was now starting to get use to it fully. Sure there were signals of pain here and there, but the pleasure took over his nerves and he was able to use his legs to bounce on the others cock by himself despite the slight leg shaking. It wasn’t long until he opened his eyes and looked down on Chip’s sweaty form and a slight smirk. “Damn your sweaty, Chip. I didn’t know wolfs could do that…”

By now enough sweat had built up underneath the wolf’s fur that said soaked fur stuck to his body, showing off every single curve of his muscled body beneath it. “Heh… Just like how you didn’t know we could purr…” Chip spoke back with a lustful smirk. Now that Brooklyn began to adjust to having Chip inside his tight entrance, he gradually sped up his hip movements. Claws sank into the gargoyle’s thick hide for extra grip and he kept on with his rhythmic pounding.

The gargoyle would match the rhythmic pounding of the other by bending his knees up and down, speeding up the stroking of his own cock while his hole would keep itself tight, but loose around the wolfs appendage. As for Chip’s claws digging into his hide, he was lucky that his skin was rather rough than most other creatures so thankfully there woulndt be any permanent marks or anything. Moans would erupt from him while they both continued their rhythmic session until he had to stop using his hand to stroke himself off and put his hands on the bed to support himself, having his member slap itself on Chip’s rock hard abs.

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

He was very thankful for the slower pace in Chip pounding him with his shaft as he continued to jerk himself off while he himself would go along the rhythm of bouncing up and down on the member. Just to ignore the somewhat lingering pain from all of this, he took deep breathed moans which did work and pretty soon the gargoyle was able to get use to it. While not 100% just yet, it was good enough to enjoy what he was meant to feel. “Oh god, Chip…” It was all he could say for now as his eyes were softening the tightness they once had earlier, but still closed.

“Goddamn Brook…You’re s-such a tight squeeze…” With every round of his long, canine cock filling the other’s constrictingly tight hole came another hot, heavy moan from Chip. As time went by the muscles in his arms gradually began to ache as he supported the smaller male. He paused for a second and wiped his paw over his forehead which as teeming with sweat. Chip’s whole body had gradually been coated in sweat. “How you holding up bud?” He huffed, gripping onto the sides of Brooklyn’s jeans again to resume thrusting.

“Okay…g,getting better…” His words were true since it’s been awhile since Chip had started to protrusion in his tight hole, but he was now starting to get use to it fully. Sure there were signals of pain here and there, but the pleasure took over his nerves and he was able to use his legs to bounce on the others cock by himself despite the slight leg shaking. It wasn’t long until he opened his eyes and looked down on Chip’s sweaty form and a slight smirk. “Damn your sweaty, Chip. I didn’t know wolfs could do that…”

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

Another, but not as yell loud would erupt from the gargoyle with the same word ad Chip lowered him down almost, but not as hard as last time. Seems like Chip likes to do things rough, but is the red gargoyle into that? Who knows, but this didn’t stop him from jerking himself off just to distract his brain from the pain which was working in fact. His legs were still trembling a bit from the intrusion in his hole since he was the one on top of the wolf man.

Chip could tell that pain was shooting like daggers through the crimson beast’s body, but pain was all part of the process of losing one’s virginity. Lustful groans from both parties filled the air around them as the wolf carried on with his work. His brawny arms lifted and lowered the slimmer male along his sizeable shaft, having now slowed his pace and fallen into a steady rhythm. Each thrust was marked by the telltale ‘slap’ of Brooklyn’s supple cheeks pounding against Chip swollen canine knot.

He was very thankful for the slower pace in Chip pounding him with his shaft as he continued to jerk himself off while he himself would go along the rhythm of bouncing up and down on the member. Just to ignore the somewhat lingering pain from all of this, he took deep breathed moans which did work and pretty soon the gargoyle was able to get use to it. While not 100% just yet, it was good enough to enjoy what he was meant to feel. “Oh god, Chip…” It was all he could say for now as his eyes were softening the tightness they once had earlier, but still closed.

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

Another, but not as yell loud would erupt from the gargoyle with the same word ad Chip lowered him down almost, but not as hard as last time. Seems like Chip likes to do things rough, but is the red gargoyle into that? Who knows, but this didn’t stop him from jerking himself off just to distract his brain from the pain which was working in fact. His legs were still trembling a bit from the intrusion in his hole since he was the one on top of the wolf man.

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

“How so pick up?” There was this feeling of relief and emptiness once Chip’s member slid out of him slowly as could be told from his long breath in. At least by the wolf he himself was doing a good job so it didn’t make him feel bad that he was feeling relief like this. His own member would remain hard and leak just droplets of pre every now and them on the wolf man’s furry stomach.

Said sensation of relief wouldn’t last long as almost as soon as Chip had pulled out, he gave the gargoyle’s hips a strong yank and forced him all the way down onto his length once more. “Like that!” Answered the canine with an exuberant sigh, groaning as the tight warmth engulfed his sensitive shaft once more.

“FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!” Upon that very hard gesture on being slammed back down hard on the others appendage he had to yell in pain cause who wouldn’t? All Brooklyn could do was tremble in pain and just sit there with the raging hard on inside his arsenal, getting use to this side as this has never happened to him before. Just to distract himself he jerked himself off just to focus on something else besides the pain that would soon turn into pleasure.

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

“How so pick up?” There was this feeling of relief and emptiness once Chip’s member slid out of him slowly as could be told from his long breath in. At least by the wolf he himself was doing a good job so it didn’t make him feel bad that he was feeling relief like this. His own member would remain hard and leak just droplets of pre every now and them on the wolf man’s furry stomach.

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

The sheer tightness of the other male’s entrance engulfing the tapered head of his shaft caused Chip to groan and throw his head back. “Oh fuck… You’re still tight.” Moaned the wolf. He took great care in inching Brooklyn downward as to not hurt him. “That’s it, just take it slow…”

His breathing would pick up in speed as he was slowly taking it in inch my inch, centimeter by centimeter till he was now halfway in till he stopped to pause for a second. “I know your not all the way in me…, but damn that feels good…” His tail was curling in and out just to take his mind off of the pain and focus on the pleasure.

About halfway down Chip’s red shaft was its thickest point, save the knot at the base of course. “It’s gonna get better from here…” It took all of Chip’s focus to keep himself from writhing and bucking hard with all that tightness clamping around his member. Breathing deeply and rhythmically, the wolf grit his teeth tight and eased the gargoyle down further with a groan until he felt Brooklyn’s tightly-stretched ring bump against the top of his plump knot.

The sounds of small, but intense pain could be heard from the gargoyle as Chip got him slowly down more when it came to his knot. He felt much stretched than he did with that finger as of now the others entire shaft besides the knot was in him. Right now a flow of curse words were leaving Brooklyn under his breath ad he held himself still yet again to get use to this.

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

It took a short while for him to think about what position he wanted to be in. Especially in one that was at his own pace as he did know how this would go…“How about we do it on your back with me on top of you?”

Chip nodded and rubbed his paw on Brooklyn’s chest some more. “Great choice, Brook. That’s my favourite position.” He grinned and reached an arm under Brooklyn to help him sit up.

His legs were only a bit shakey getting in that position, but he managed to hold his own and got his hole aimed at the others appendage. “Ready?” He gently grabbed hold on the wolfs member and aimed it to where it was just touching the outer rim of his hole.

Laying on his back underneath Brooklyn, Chip helped to guide him into position and pulled the gargoyle’s jeans down to his knees. “I’m ready.” Chip said with a nod whilst gazing up at the other. With a firm grasp on Brooklyn’s hips he spread his cheeks apart as wide as they would go and began to ease him downward, the tip of his cock, pressing against his entrance.

He took a deep breath and gently lowered himself on the others tip as he was just going to start there first. Upon the tip getting inside, his insides would start to tighten around the others meat again, but like the fingers, he started to loosen up. Slowly but surely he gently lowered himself more, taking it easy.

The sheer tightness of the other male’s entrance engulfing the tapered head of his shaft caused Chip to groan and throw his head back. “Oh fuck… You’re still tight.” Moaned the wolf. He took great care in inching Brooklyn downward as to not hurt him. “That’s it, just take it slow…”

His breathing would pick up in speed as he was slowly taking it in inch my inch, centimeter by centimeter till he was now halfway in till he stopped to pause for a second. “I know your not all the way in me…, but damn that feels good…” His tail was curling in and out just to take his mind off of the pain and focus on the pleasure.

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

It took a short while for him to think about what position he wanted to be in. Especially in one that was at his own pace as he did know how this would go…“How about we do it on your back with me on top of you?”

Chip nodded and rubbed his paw on Brooklyn’s chest some more. “Great choice, Brook. That’s my favourite position.” He grinned and reached an arm under Brooklyn to help him sit up.

His legs were only a bit shakey getting in that position, but he managed to hold his own and got his hole aimed at the others appendage. “Ready?” He gently grabbed hold on the wolfs member and aimed it to where it was just touching the outer rim of his hole.

Laying on his back underneath Brooklyn, Chip helped to guide him into position and pulled the gargoyle’s jeans down to his knees. “I’m ready.” Chip said with a nod whilst gazing up at the other. With a firm grasp on Brooklyn’s hips he spread his cheeks apart as wide as they would go and began to ease him downward, the tip of his cock, pressing against his entrance.

He took a deep breath and gently lowered himself on the others tip as he was just going to start there first. Upon the tip getting inside, his insides would start to tighten around the others meat again, but like the fingers, he started to loosen up. Slowly but surely he gently lowered himself more, taking it easy.

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

It took a short while for him to think about what position he wanted to be in. Especially in one that was at his own pace as he did know how this would go…“How about we do it on your back with me on top of you?”

Chip nodded and rubbed his paw on Brooklyn’s chest some more. “Great choice, Brook. That’s my favourite position.” He grinned and reached an arm under Brooklyn to help him sit up.

His legs were only a bit shakey getting in that position, but he managed to hold his own and got his hole aimed at the others appendage. “Ready?” He gently grabbed hold on the wolfs member and aimed it to where it was just touching the outer rim of his hole.