The Dreadsteed's summoned wolves were pacing now. Eyes of red staring intently at the lustful scene. The hot exchange taking place between the two women was once of base instinct, something that transferred through form and language, even such that a demon wolf would appreciate. They paced just inches away from the two bodies that writhed together in pleasure. The primal sight was beginning to have it's own effect on the wolves, their red tongues hung wet and limp from their mouths, panting beneath Durotars sweltering sky.<br/><br/>Jessica and Nelwyn were so enthralled by their desperate attempts to satiate their pleasure they were completely unaware the the wolves cocks had slipped, hot and hard from their sheaths. Their rigid shafts reflecting a wet sheen under the high sun. The wolves hanging instruments didn't resemble those of a normal canines, instead theirs were warped, corrupted, hanging an even foot in length, their girth swelled to the size Nelwyns naked wrists, while not being smooth the shafts were ringed by ridges that traveled from base to tip, of which was oddly human in shape.<br/><br/>The two animals let loose a low growl each. Continuing to circle and content to watch for the time being.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>