HIS DREAMS THAT NIGHT went into an unexpected direction—skin and sweat and moaning... and Ghian under him, arching as he took Aalyan’s c**k. He’d woken himself up by squeezing his erection so painfully he’d yelped. But he was grateful nonetheless for his quick thinking, Milthu was in his animal form, curled up closer to the trunk but definitely close enough to smell it if Aalyan creamed himself in his sleep.
Even with the pain, he’d scrambled down to find a quiet spot to take himself in hand a little more gently, the images and sounds so clear in his mind he couldn’t help but sniff for his mate’s scent. Only once he’d come all over the ground, his seed feeding his old land, did he remember the events of the previous day and wonder what in the world had sent his mind in the direction of s*
