Tsume was really quiet suprised at this taste, which was, undeniably, delicious. He stretched his mouth open, as wide as it would go, and wrapped it around the head of the male's member, his tongue running over the massive piss slit over and over, before digging in softly, drinking in the sweet necter as his tongue wormed around inside the beast's urethra. He pulled back, his hands still workiing over the thick shaft, almost happily. Something about this beast, this musk and this taste . . .he was responding to it.<br/><br/>"For the beast of wrath . . .you taste very sweet. I . . ." he leaned in, slurping over the oozing dick, "I like it . . " He moved back, wrapping his mouth around the head, about as far as he could go, and began to worship the male's cock, groaning softly as he worked.