and maybe Kris doesn't leave Castle Town that day without a big, bloody bite mark on their shoulder, at their neck, deep claw marks along their sides. Ralsei's voice a growled echo in their ears as those palms of his so possessively caress their stomach while he hisses at them, "Mh-Mine..."

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and maybe. that little something is more effective on Ralsei than Kris really expected. maybe the poor little repressed goatboy winds up more severely breaking down, keeping them pinned under his weight and relentlessly fucking them with his cock throbbing and his knot aching the entire time

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they don't say much, naturally, just a few huffs and moans with but a few mumbles about how it's okay thrown in to really get him going and before either knows it, Ralsei's mounted on top of them, pressing their back into the dining table, forcing his knot into their cunt and apologizing as he cums

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they don't hesitate when he so desperately asks them to get on the table. they don't flinch as he gnaws through their spandex to smother his muzzle against their pussy. they just keep smirking when his dress is pulled up and that fat, knotted cock finally pushes into their cunt

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Kris giving him a footjob under the table once they peek and notice his cock is, as they'd hoped, achingly hard, teasing him through his dress as the last remnants of Ralsei's proper self give way to all those things they know he's held back on for so long now, and grinning as he finally stands up

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