...White Bull. Morum strutted into the room, undoing his belt and letting his loincloth drop to the floor, exposing his colossal junk to swing freely in the small space. The wolf soldier looked at it with huge eyes but kept a straight face. You noted the cut on Morums chest that was somewhat deep and still bleeding and his busted lip where he probably took the butt of a sword to the mouth. Morum was known for letting his opponent get a few hits to get his confidence up before Morum either gutted him with his horns or just broke them with his large hands. You got up and ran to the other end of the cot where a needle and thread were ready to go for you to sew him up. As you ran across the cot, Morums eye glanced at you and he let a smile grow across his face, before he turned and began talking to the wolf, continuing an apparent conversation.
"So anyway Warrus, I took out his eye with my horn then uppercut him with my hammer before bringing it back down on his chest. Blood shot out of his mouth like a fountain, quite proud of myself." Morum said sitting down on the cot, his moon sized cheeks came close to landing on you, air ruffled your straw clothes as they made impact. You showed little reaction because you had been working with Morum for a year now, and he loved you messing with his butt and teasing you with it. He knew what he was doing though and purposefully missed, but also was indicating he'd want attention back there later. His tail lashed as he eased himself on his back, his hands finding his groin and he rubbed at it while groaning.
"Have to say though, that raccoon must've known I'm packing downstairs because he was quick to kick me there. Hey doc I may need you to go inside the boys later and check for damage." He said turning his head towards you, his breath washing over your small frame and dampening you as you prepared the needle by sterilizing it in a candle. You looked over your shoulder at the enormous face of the bull.
"Mmm I'm sure you're fine in there Morum, last time I went in you took me into the next match you had, if I recall me bouncing around in there got you a boner and that gazelle almost cut your dick off. So if I do, you better get me out asap." You say finishing the needle and climbing up his arm and hopping across to his enormous pec, the muscle was swollen from the trauma and use. Before Morum could retort you began lancing the needle over the wound, which was wide enough that if you weren't careful you could fit in the gash. Morum hissed as did his skin from the still hot needle, you made quick work and asked the guard to seal it for you and he obliged. After he helped, he left, locking the door behind him. Morum groaned, his fingers coming up to explore the wound but you slapped them away.
"No Morum, leave it alone. I don't need your dirty fingers rubbing all over it." You say standing over the cut defiantly, the hands hovered for a second before they drifted down and started groping his sheath and balls while moaning. Jeez these guys get so laced up on testosterone that murder and sex are the only things on their mind. Morum growled playfully.
"Doc....I need you inside me, somehow please...I just killed a guy, I'm so pumped and I need a release." He said throwing his head back as his cock snaked its way out of his sheath. You roll your eyes.
"Ok ok, just be careful." You say, fingers grabbing you before you had finished speaking and pulled you towards his...
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