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.

While the gargoyle did not mind the hug, he really didn’t want to be choked as he tried to hug the other back and speak. “Chip. Your kind of crushing me right now!” Granted it would take a lot more than a tight hug to crush him, but then again this was a very muscular wolf so maybe it was possible for him to be crushed by Chip.

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.

“Probably not…hehe…night, Chip….” With that said he started to fall into the sleepy abyss, not even thinking about how he was going to turn to stone once the sun comes up. For now he ws enoying himsefl in the precense of the wolf man.

That night Chip slept calmly and peacefully, more so than he had in a long, long time. He had spent so many restless nights alone that being able to share a bed with someone else was a blessing… That was until dawn. Come sunrise the wolf was torn from his peaceful rest by the sensation of something cold and heavy pressing up against him. With a tired moan Chip lifted his head and glanced over to where Brooklyn lay, only to give a sudden gasp of shock and stumbled out of bed. “Holy shit!”

What chip saw was what seemed to be an exact replica of Brooklyn, but the stone version of him. It had the same clothes, beak, antlers, wings and everything that identified the gargoyle, but turned to stone. It seemed unmoving and still like the ones that you would see on buildings to look intimidating to the ones down below. As far as the expression of the statue goes, the face was very peaceful looking as if there was nothing wrong with its current state.

In his half-tired state Chip struggled to get to his feet after landing on his ass out of shock from what he saw. He took another look at the stone sculpture that lay where Brooklyn had earlier that night, and recognised it as looking exactly like his friend. “Brook? Is that you?” He asked whilst cautiously reaching out to lay a hand on the gargoyle’s shoulder. It felt cold and just as one would expect from something made of stone. “Oh man this is weird…”

The statue was still unmoving, not even making a sound for the other to indicate that the gargoyle could hear him. All that could be done now is wait until sundown for the world most epic yawn to come into being. If anything, at least they were not tangled up or else there would have been serious problems in getting untangled.

Once the sun came down, the statue started to erupt, a thin layer of the stone was starting to crack and out came the gargoyle, giving a loud roar/yawn. He even started to stretch until he self the small pain in his butt from last night. “Ow! Dangit it still hurts!” He was gently rubbing his bum.

Most of that morning Chip had tried to figure out just what the hell had happened to Brooklyn and made a few more careful attempts to wake him up, but nothing worked. Eventually Chip came to the conclusion that whatever happened to the Gargoyle would be reversed come dusk, so he headed out and fell asleep on the couch in the living room.

After a few moments of waking gup and rubbing his bum, the gargoyle noticed that Chip was not in the bedroom with him so he gently walked out. It didn’t take him long to find the wolf on the couch sleeping.accidently took so much room on the bed when he was turned to stone, the wolf had to sleep somewhere else? Even if that wasn’t true, he did feel bad for turning into stone as he gently nudged the other’s shoulder. “Hey, Chip?….

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.

“Probably not…hehe…night, Chip….” With that said he started to fall into the sleepy abyss, not even thinking about how he was going to turn to stone once the sun comes up. For now he ws enoying himsefl in the precense of the wolf man.

That night Chip slept calmly and peacefully, more so than he had in a long, long time. He had spent so many restless nights alone that being able to share a bed with someone else was a blessing… That was until dawn. Come sunrise the wolf was torn from his peaceful rest by the sensation of something cold and heavy pressing up against him. With a tired moan Chip lifted his head and glanced over to where Brooklyn lay, only to give a sudden gasp of shock and stumbled out of bed. “Holy shit!”

What chip saw was what seemed to be an exact replica of Brooklyn, but the stone version of him. It had the same clothes, beak, antlers, wings and everything that identified the gargoyle, but turned to stone. It seemed unmoving and still like the ones that you would see on buildings to look intimidating to the ones down below. As far as the expression of the statue goes, the face was very peaceful looking as if there was nothing wrong with its current state.

In his half-tired state Chip struggled to get to his feet after landing on his ass out of shock from what he saw. He took another look at the stone sculpture that lay where Brooklyn had earlier that night, and recognised it as looking exactly like his friend. “Brook? Is that you?” He asked whilst cautiously reaching out to lay a hand on the gargoyle’s shoulder. It felt cold and just as one would expect from something made of stone. “Oh man this is weird…”

The statue was still unmoving, not even making a sound for the other to indicate that the gargoyle could hear him. All that could be done now is wait until sundown for the world most epic yawn to come into being. If anything, at least they were not tangled up or else there would have been serious problems in getting untangled.

Once the sun came down, the statue started to erupt, a thin layer of the stone was starting to crack and out came the gargoyle, giving a loud roar/yawn. He even started to stretch until he self the small pain in his butt from last night. “Ow! Dangit it still hurts!” He was gently rubbing his bum.

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.

“Probably not…hehe…night, Chip….” With that said he started to fall into the sleepy abyss, not even thinking about how he was going to turn to stone once the sun comes up. For now he ws enoying himsefl in the precense of the wolf man.

That night Chip slept calmly and peacefully, more so than he had in a long, long time. He had spent so many restless nights alone that being able to share a bed with someone else was a blessing… That was until dawn. Come sunrise the wolf was torn from his peaceful rest by the sensation of something cold and heavy pressing up against him. With a tired moan Chip lifted his head and glanced over to where Brooklyn lay, only to give a sudden gasp of shock and stumbled out of bed. “Holy shit!”

What chip saw was what seemed to be an exact replica of Brooklyn, but the stone version of him. It had the same clothes, beak, antlers, wings and everything that identified the gargoyle, but turned to stone. It seemed unmoving and still like the ones that you would see on buildings to look intimidating to the ones down below. As far as the expression of the statue goes, the face was very peaceful looking as if there was nothing wrong with its current state.

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.

“Probably not…hehe…night, Chip….” With that said he started to fall into the sleepy abyss, not even thinking about how he was going to turn to stone once the sun comes up. For now he ws enoying himsefl in the precense 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:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

Chip groaned and panted out loud in complete ecstasy as the last of his load finished firing off. He laid there against the bed, muscles falling limp and eyes gazing mindlessly up at the ceiling. His face and torso were covered in sprays of the gargoyle’s seed. “Goddamn Brook… I haven’t felt that in ages…”

“That felt…really good…” Brooklyn was stuck on panting from his first sexual activity which he almost never thought he would do. At least not on this end of it. Slowly but surly he tries to get himself off of the others appendage, but his legs were too weak to do so at the moment. “Say um…can you help me here, Chip?”

Panting heavily, Chip lifted his tired head gently and looked up to Brooklyn. “Hah, sure… Just gimme a sec…” He took in several more heavy breaths before mustering enough strength to sit up straight. Chip took hold of the smaller male by his hips and gradually eased him off his length, his cum-coated cock sliding out with a popping noise.

Brooklyn took another deep breath in once the wolf pulled out of him, but that was just the beginning. Once the gargoyle sat down onto the bed, his entire ass felt like it was being lit on fire, causing him to scream and move around some on the bed, even going as far as grip the others hand just to let his pain out in some other way. At least it wasn’t on a hard floor or else there would have been much more of a painful scream than the one he was doing right now. “GOD IT HURTS!!!!!!”

Chip gasped when Brooklyn cried out in pain. “Shit, you okay Brook?” Chip asked with concern, sitting up and placing a hand on the gargoyle’s chest in an effort to comfort him. he reached down the side of the bed and grabbed a hold of a towel he kept nearby to clean up his shaft. “Okay, sit still Brook. Lemme at least get you cleaned up.” He looked down at the other’s pain-filled eyes and tried to reassure him.

Brooklyn was taking a lot of deep breaths, really appreciating that the wolf was trying to comfort him. Within a few minutes or so the pain started to subside and his breaths were more even like. “Thanks, Chip…I was expecting pain, but didn’t think it would be this intense…” On the outside the gargoyle may look like he was in pain which was true, but on the in, he rather much enjoyed what he had just done with Chip. Meanwhile his hole was still leaking a bit of the others seamen not that he was complaining.

“The pain’s largely my fault. It’s been a while since I had any action so I think I was a little too rough with ya.” Chip apologised and wiped up what was left of his seed. Once done, he helped do up Brooklyn’s jeans again, doing up the zipper and buckling the belt. “There you go. Why don’t you just lay down and take it easy, Brook?” He said with a smile whilst sitting on the edge of the bed, his paw resting against the other male’s thigh.

Getting his jeans on was a bit painful since it required the jeans to slide over his pounded butt, but that feeling of pain was quick and gone the next second. The gargoyle had then laid on the bed stomach wise just so I would not be laying on his wings and butt as it looks like he was going to be here for awhile longer. “That really was fun, though….tired me out…” He was actually starting to yawn.

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:

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 groaned and panted out loud in complete ecstasy as the last of his load finished firing off. He laid there against the bed, muscles falling limp and eyes gazing mindlessly up at the ceiling. His face and torso were covered in sprays of the gargoyle’s seed. “Goddamn Brook… I haven’t felt that in ages…”

“That felt…really good…” Brooklyn was stuck on panting from his first sexual activity which he almost never thought he would do. At least not on this end of it. Slowly but surly he tries to get himself off of the others appendage, but his legs were too weak to do so at the moment. “Say um…can you help me here, Chip?”

Panting heavily, Chip lifted his tired head gently and looked up to Brooklyn. “Hah, sure… Just gimme a sec…” He took in several more heavy breaths before mustering enough strength to sit up straight. Chip took hold of the smaller male by his hips and gradually eased him off his length, his cum-coated cock sliding out with a popping noise.

Brooklyn took another deep breath in once the wolf pulled out of him, but that was just the beginning. Once the gargoyle sat down onto the bed, his entire ass felt like it was being lit on fire, causing him to scream and move around some on the bed, even going as far as grip the others hand just to let his pain out in some other way. At least it wasn’t on a hard floor or else there would have been much more of a painful scream than the one he was doing right now. “GOD IT HURTS!!!!!!”

Chip gasped when Brooklyn cried out in pain. “Shit, you okay Brook?” Chip asked with concern, sitting up and placing a hand on the gargoyle’s chest in an effort to comfort him. he reached down the side of the bed and grabbed a hold of a towel he kept nearby to clean up his shaft. “Okay, sit still Brook. Lemme at least get you cleaned up.” He looked down at the other’s pain-filled eyes and tried to reassure him.

Brooklyn was taking a lot of deep breaths, really appreciating that the wolf was trying to comfort him. Within a few minutes or so the pain started to subside and his breaths were more even like. “Thanks, Chip…I was expecting pain, but didn’t think it would be this intense…” On the outside the gargoyle may look like he was in pain which was true, but on the in, he rather much enjoyed what he had just done with Chip. Meanwhile his hole was still leaking a bit of the others seamen not that he was complaining.

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.

Chip groaned and panted out loud in complete ecstasy as the last of his load finished firing off. He laid there against the bed, muscles falling limp and eyes gazing mindlessly up at the ceiling. His face and torso were covered in sprays of the gargoyle’s seed. “Goddamn Brook… I haven’t felt that in ages…”

“That felt…really good…” Brooklyn was stuck on panting from his first sexual activity which he almost never thought he would do. At least not on this end of it. Slowly but surly he tries to get himself off of the others appendage, but his legs were too weak to do so at the moment. “Say um…can you help me here, Chip?”

Panting heavily, Chip lifted his tired head gently and looked up to Brooklyn. “Hah, sure… Just gimme a sec…” He took in several more heavy breaths before mustering enough strength to sit up straight. Chip took hold of the smaller male by his hips and gradually eased him off his length, his cum-coated cock sliding out with a popping noise.

Brooklyn took another deep breath in once the wolf pulled out of him, but that was just the beginning. Once the gargoyle sat down onto the bed, his entire ass felt like it was being lit on fire, causing him to scream and move around some on the bed, even going as far as grip the others hand just to let his pain out in some other way. At least it wasn’t on a hard floor or else there would have been much more of a painful scream than the one he was doing right now. “GOD IT HURTS!!!!!!”

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:

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.

Brooklyn himself had his hands feel up against the other’s chest, gently caressing his muscles while also moaning with every time the appendage would pull himself in and out. Pretty soon his other hand would jerk himself off just so he cold feel more pleasure for himself.

Chip’s length filled Brooklyn’s virginal passage time and time again, slamming straight into his pleasure center expertly every time which was guaranteed to make the gargoyle see stars. Feeling his chest heaving hard as he struggled to breathe, the canine moved his head to look upward to his partner. “I-I’m so close…”

“S,same!” He could just feel the pressure building up in his member while he continued to stroke himself off while keeping his body motion consistent with him being screwed by Chip. Almost without warning and since he rarely ever pleasures himself, the gargoyle let out a very loud orgasmic sound as he shot his seed into the canines muzzle and chest. Having this been his first load in forever, it was quite a lot he spilled over to the wolf-man.

The sudden eruption of warm, seed spraying forth almost took the wolf by surprise. He felt the gargoyle’s hot, sticky fluids burst forth and land all over his face. Chip’s whole body ached with every move, with all the pressure centred in his groin. “I-I think I’m gonna…!” Feeling lightheaded with all the pleasure and the lack of air, the wolf gasped out one last haggard breath before at last unleashing his load.

“Oh god, Chip…” The crimson gargoyle felt the others seed fill him up to the brim, not sure how he should feel about this, but he decided to go along with it. His moans were in fact clear that he was enjoying everything else as the last of his seed made its way out his hole and just dripped on his furry abs. As of now he sat in place as he could just feel the wolfs seed slowly drip out of him since there wasnt much room left.

The heavy eruption of the wolf’s seed filled Brooklyn’s hole up with ease, considering how small and virginally tight it was. Groaning and panting like a wild beast Chip’s claws dug deeply into the gargoyle’s thick skin as he continued to buck his hips like mad. “Argh… Fuck Brook!” The canine gasped as he fired off another wave of hot semen inside of his partner.

“Oh fu-” He coulndt finish what he was trying to say as the canine gave his inside another wave of his hot semen into him, feeling as if his stomach was going to get pull of it even though that wasn’t the case. His own fingers would dog deep into the others fur as if they were to ease some sort of pain do he could focus on the pleasure he was reciving. This did cause him to shoot another load at the canines face and abs. It wasn’t as much as it was last time, but it was a good amount nonetheless.

Chip groaned and panted out loud in complete ecstasy as the last of his load finished firing off. He laid there against the bed, muscles falling limp and eyes gazing mindlessly up at the ceiling. His face and torso were covered in sprays of the gargoyle’s seed. “Goddamn Brook… I haven’t felt that in ages…”

“That felt…really good…” Brooklyn was stuck on panting from his first sexual activity which he almost never thought he would do. At least not on this end of it. Slowly but surly he tries to get himself off of the others appendage, but his legs were too weak to do so at the moment. “Say um…can you help me here, Chip?”

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.

Brooklyn himself had his hands feel up against the other’s chest, gently caressing his muscles while also moaning with every time the appendage would pull himself in and out. Pretty soon his other hand would jerk himself off just so he cold feel more pleasure for himself.

Chip’s length filled Brooklyn’s virginal passage time and time again, slamming straight into his pleasure center expertly every time which was guaranteed to make the gargoyle see stars. Feeling his chest heaving hard as he struggled to breathe, the canine moved his head to look upward to his partner. “I-I’m so close…”

“S,same!” He could just feel the pressure building up in his member while he continued to stroke himself off while keeping his body motion consistent with him being screwed by Chip. Almost without warning and since he rarely ever pleasures himself, the gargoyle let out a very loud orgasmic sound as he shot his seed into the canines muzzle and chest. Having this been his first load in forever, it was quite a lot he spilled over to the wolf-man.

The sudden eruption of warm, seed spraying forth almost took the wolf by surprise. He felt the gargoyle’s hot, sticky fluids burst forth and land all over his face. Chip’s whole body ached with every move, with all the pressure centred in his groin. “I-I think I’m gonna…!” Feeling lightheaded with all the pleasure and the lack of air, the wolf gasped out one last haggard breath before at last unleashing his load.

“Oh god, Chip…” The crimson gargoyle felt the others seed fill him up to the brim, not sure how he should feel about this, but he decided to go along with it. His moans were in fact clear that he was enjoying everything else as the last of his seed made its way out his hole and just dripped on his furry abs. As of now he sat in place as he could just feel the wolfs seed slowly drip out of him since there wasnt much room left.

The heavy eruption of the wolf’s seed filled Brooklyn’s hole up with ease, considering how small and virginally tight it was. Groaning and panting like a wild beast Chip’s claws dug deeply into the gargoyle’s thick skin as he continued to buck his hips like mad. “Argh… Fuck Brook!” The canine gasped as he fired off another wave of hot semen inside of his partner.

“Oh fu-” He coulndt finish what he was trying to say as the canine gave his inside another wave of his hot semen into him, feeling as if his stomach was going to get pull of it even though that wasn’t the case. His own fingers would dog deep into the others fur as if they were to ease some sort of pain do he could focus on the pleasure he was reciving. This did cause him to shoot another load at the canines face and abs. It wasn’t as much as it was last time, but it was a good amount nonetheless.