Skadi really was an insatiable little wolf.
Cassius had long since lost track of how many times he'd come, and yet she just kept going.
If she'd been embarrassed at the start, shy about sucking his cock the first time, it had completely melted away, like snow on a sun-baked road. Somewhere between the taste, the smell, and the sheer act of taking her master's cock into her mouth, she'd found something more than pleasure.
She'd found purpose.
"Mmmnnph...shhlrrp...ahhnnn...still dirty…"
She mumbled between slurps, not even lifting her head. Her ears twitched every time his breath caught. Her tongue curled greedily around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing again and again, and her tail was a constant blur.
Every time he came, every time, Cassius would groan, slump, and mutter. "Skadi...gods, we have to stop…" And every time, she'd just tilt her head, tongue still swirling, and mumble:
"But Master...your sword's dirty again."
