the hair, but this beast? His entire hand came down around the top of her head. Those integers locking into place above her eyes.

The sheer strength of the Mitachurl could easily pop her skull like a grape, but instead he forcefully bent her over right before the tribe.

As she was busy gawking at the tribe, the sound of thuds caught from behind the vixen── their alpha showing himself. A big beastly mitachurl, his gigantic throbbing cock swinging side to side, making that poor excuse of a loincloth rather ineffective.

A lesser being may have grabbed her by──

Bold words from a nice piece of 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞. They'll love 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 such a naive vixen ── too bold for her own good.

Good enough, 𝘽𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 .ᐣ

Base instincts always win when it comes to this ravenous beast── who cares if the tribe is waiting .ᐣ

He has a throat to 𝘿𝙀𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀 .ᐟ