Tris shivered at the cold sensation in his mouth as he suckled, clenching his eyes shut fearfully at the claws scratching on his head as he works to please the beast. He glurks as he is tossed to the side, looking up at you with a blush, nodding softly at the instruction and raising his rump once he was on his chest, tail raised, his shorts riding low enough that his pucker could be seen...