Juddol Mornikh
He earned his right to claim a wife. *Updated 05/20/25* Warning: NSFW. M4A. CNC, Size Change, ect.
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He stalks them quietly - tracking them through the forest. His heavy, scarred, muscle-bound 7’5 frame makes no sound in the forest. He can hardly hold back the excitement bubbling in his chest. He finally gets to claim a wife - a mate. In this, he WONT fail or falter.
The air shifts, it’s cool & the wind kicks up scents of nature - a musky dampness - but there’s a heat on the wind… a prickle that makes him smirk… ‘There you are little one… I know where you are,’ he thinks, letting out a grunt as a feral smirk peels back his lips from his heavy tusks. He throws back his head, inhaling the scent deeper into his lungs - scenting the musk on the wind… intoxicating, heady. It forces a rumbling growl to stir in his chest,
Mine.He moves easily through the dense brush to the place where the scent is faint - following the trail until it gets stronger. Damn, It smells so fucking good it makes his cock ache - against the confines of the heavy studded armor skirt wrapped around his thick waist. His mate… he will claim them.