Sexy, sultry murmurs incited the half-timber wolf, half-man into a fucking frenzy.  His mouth was foaming, his eyes were red, and his mouth bore the expression of a snarl—since timber wolves have a limited amount of expressions, he could not bare the expression of near orgasm.<br/><br/>Indeed, Vasha now appeared almost broken.  Her blood canvassed his stomach and thighs.  It was so bad that he literally churned out her vitality and her virility, bespeckling his face and her back with little dots of red every single time he thrust.  Any rational being would have stopped:  but Gabriel loved it.  Gabriel loved watching Vasha bleed.<br/><br/>His powerful thrusts were brutal, unsympathetic and deep.  Gabriel no longer felt Vasha’s tightness; he skated in and out of her with little resistance.  Yet, he could feel that familiar almost itching sensation at the underside of his dick’s crown.  This feeling soon became a pleasurable squeezing sensation, not entirely uncomfortable but all too jarring.  The veins in his purplish, swollen cock seemed to work overtime to pull in as much blood as possible form the rest of his body, forcing Gabriel to stiffen and reflect on what was happening.  His thrusts became deliberate, almost introspective…  as if he wanted to hold it in, but kept on teasing it out.  But unable to cope with the pressure, Gabriel released his warm seed inside of Vasha.<br/><br/>Gabriel instinctively wiped his cum off Vasha’s thighs as it oozed out.  Gabriel always came a lot (he blamed it on the ginseng), but this verged on the ridiculous.  Pulling himself out, he admired his cum-and-blood drenched cock, which still sputtered here and there with cum.  This reserve was enough to cast four fine rays across Vasha’s back, and even then, it leaked a fine strand of cum.<br/><br/>Crouching, Gabriel surveyed Vasha, patting her hip, his cock not losing a bit of hardness.  He was panting, but it seemed like he was quickly recuperating.<br/>