🍩Wikket🍩

Baaah!

🌿Only if you'd like to. Don't wanna force anything. ^^

Maybe they should go again in that case, just to make sure he's drained and won't need to worry about getting her pregnant for a few moments~

It'll be while he's getting her pregnant, and before he starts apologizing.

Does she want the satyr to whimper? This is how you get that.

Baa!

The satyr tugged at the collar, bobbing his head up and down to let the bell jingle before looking up at the harpy.

"Well? How do I look?"

"Gods, yes... I mean- Uh- You look really good like that. You have a really nice body.

I'm just a little too scared to touch or anything... Only if you wanted me to and..."

The satyr is panicking and rambling.

"Oh w-wow... You look really pretty. In an intimidating kinda way."

It hadn't taken the satyr long before he started kissing the bear's neck. He was comfortable and wanted to show his appreciation, even if he wasn't exactly sure about how to do it. He was still entirely new to this kinda thing.

The satyr sits down on the rock with a grin, lowering his head waiting for the collar.

"You're not an idiot. It was an honest mistake."

"Thank you." His voice was muffled as his face rested in Raven's neck. Wikket's body was warm to the touch. Surprisingly, soft fur and skin almost made him feel like a plush. "Y-You can play with my ass more after we cuddle... ok?"

"I'm uh... I'm only 5 feet tall..."

"Hm... I don't think I'm that big."

Wikket let out a sigh of relief as Raven released his round cheeks. We watched Raven's movements to the bed before smiling wide. His hooves clacking against the floor as he practically ran to the bed, jumping into it next the bear. Nuzzling into his neck with an excited giggle.

"I suppose I could try it on. Would you uh- help me put it on?"

"Oh, uh- sure! Are you sure it'll fit me, though? I'd hate to break it or something..."

"I won't just be a good boy. I'll be the best!"

"Oh- I uh- Well, do you think maybe I could uh- be your boy wife?"

"I uh- maybe we could fix each other's problems?"

"I might call on you pretty often. I do kinda like getting held like this..."

"O-Ok... I think I'd l-like those cuddles you promised me."

Though just showered, the goat's pale skin was now covered in a thick layer of sweat as his body burned from blush. He did nothing to push Raven away, however, letting him have his fun, even if it had made Wikket a flustered mess.

The satyr was totally stunned, his eyes wide as he looked around, nervous someone might catch the pair while Raven was enjoying his rear. His wagging tail and trembling body told the bear he wanted more, even if only subtly. He shook his hips, moving the bear slightly.

"Momma Alfira, huh? I uh- I like the sound of that."
Wikket looked up to meet her gaze. Blinking slowly as he took in every detail.

Without a single question, Wikket rested his head on her lap, nuzzling into it with a wide grin on his face.

His entire body shivered and trembled from the feeling of her tongue. "Quite the sight in a good way or a bad way?" He asked in a rather weak tone of voice. His eyes darting to the ground.

"Really? I... I think I'd like to be taken care of."

The satyr skipped over to the fellow bard, his small tail wagging happily behind him.