Coral bites her lip but still the moan escapes; the haze of the elixir hits her and she yearns for a cock to fill her. She shakes her head, forcing herself back to the present by pulling against her wrist restraints; the sharp pain of it jars her back to reality and despite how good it feels, she fights against him, tries as hard as she can to pull away from his touch as she is determined not to break.

Callen lets out a huff, his hand leaving her womanhood; his shaggy fur tickles her back and before she can even tell him to get off of her he rams...