The pup is thin but not emaciated. Sinewy. Scrappy, more like. Not much body fat to warm him, fur too scraggly along his arms and legs in the confused, half-transformed state he is sporting now.
He shivers, getting antsy and trying to shift away, but a low, almost distracted whuff from Hanzo gets him to behave once more, skinny hips lifting into the air, bushy tail out of the way as he presents to the wolf.
Hanzo’s eyes are half-lidded, posture relaxed as he laps at the gorgeous cunt; surprisingly juicy for such a scrappy coyote pup. Fragrant and blooming open under his insistent tongue dragging across swollen lips again and again.
Every now and then he will focus on the thick clit sitting there at their apex, puffy and prominent. It will get Jesse to groan into the dusty ground, hole dilating for a second, insides clenching to work out more of his slick before it will clench down tight again.
The sight is mesmerizing.
Hanzo doesn’t even know if he wants to mount him this time. He likes the nervous, young energy radiating off the coyote – is flattered by the servant-like deference he displayed towards him.
He has yet a lot to learn, naturally, but Hanzo could be swayed to teach him. He thinks his belly would look a lot better, taut and bulging with his young.
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