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Day 1: Breeding Season/Fawns
It was that time of year again, but he wasn't alone. He had her, willing and ready.
Alastor drove into her soaked cunt, his claws digging into the soft flesh of her waist. He huffed in ragged pants, tail wagging involuntarily as he thrusts quickened.
As her walls fluttered around his cock, though her voice was muffled, he heard her moan, "A-Alastor, breed me...!"
He groaned, spilling his hot seed inside her as she screamed, her walls clamped, milking him dry.
