Yashoku ignored the struggles and yells like how someone would ignore a barking dog.  He brought the wolf’s head and shoulders into his mouth and closed it around them.  The inside of his mouth felt very soft.  Slick salvia covered CJ’s body as the silky smooth surface touched him.  He licked over the wolf’s chest and covered it in more saliva and made his fur mat down some.  He pushed him to the back of his throat and then swallowed.  The muscles pulled him into his tight throat.  The walls of the throat also felt like silk and were wet.  They conformed around his head and shoulders almost like they were liquid.  His chest and some of his belly were now in his soft maw and he let go with his hands because he knew that he had a good grip on him now.