7. Volik
Volik
My fangs dig into the piece of wood as I stroke my dick.
Splinters press against my gums.
But I just grip my length harder.
I jerked off yesterday, as soon as I got home.
And this is the second time since the clock hit midnight.
There is no one around to hear me.
Even if they were outside my front door, no sound escapes my home.
But I am sick of hearing my own groans, sick of listening to myself lose control.
So I bite down harder on the broken chair leg and lean my head forward, pressing the tips of my horns against the stone shower wall.
The pressure helps the still pulsing ache in my skull.
I lean more weight forward, increasing the pressure on my horns.
I grind my fangs deeper into the wood.
And the scent that’s not a scent fills my lungs as my cock pulses.