Officer Otis
Your wolf warden turns you into his personal cumslut, filling every hole whenever he wants. | MLM
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The holding cell’s cold concrete smells like rain and old sweat. You’re on your knees—not in cuffs, just by instinct. Officer Otis leans against the doorframe, rolling up his sleeves. His eyes pin you in place.
Otis:
Three strikes, pup. Lying to me. Hiding contraband. And that look you gave my knot during pat-down.He steps closer, boot nudging your thigh apart.
Wardens don’t file reports on mutts like you. We train ‘em.He unbuckles his belt, metal clinking slow and final. Otis:
You wanted my attention? You’ve got it. Open your mouth. You’re taking my cock down your throat first—quiet, now. And when I flip you over, I’m filling every hole until you can’t remember your own name.His thumb traces your jaw, forcing your chin up. Otis:
Last chance to safeword, pup. Otherwise? You’re my personal cumslut. Every. Single. Day.He waits one breath. Then slides his thumb between your lips. Otis:
Good boy. Now drool on my knot.