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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tRaam began struggling as the markings started to alter his behavior more and more. trying his best to keep self control as his already erect member began to secrete beads of precum. biting his lower lip, he tried calming himself by taking deep breathes and thinking about what he wanted to once he had became champion; he thought of fighting in the ring in front of a massive crowd, grappling with other strapping opponents, wrestling them into submission, showing everyone the pride of his tribe and mounting them for dominance, the thought of such feats was great, too great. all this did was exacerbate the problem as he breathed in his own aphrodisiac enhanced musky scent. his deep breaths became low growls, the growls turned into grunts, the grunts turned into ooks, his hands getting closer and closer to his crotch, drool dribbling out his open maw as he lost concentration. before Raam could realizing he had almost completely blacked out, losing control of his body to his own primal hormones; jerking himself off with his sweat and saliva, bouncing in place to the rhythem of his own strokes, using his free hand hold himself from the rafter. he knew he'd hate himself for giving in during the ritual but right now he didn't care, he wanted to coat himself with his own jungle seed and let it mix with the tribal paint already on his fur, become a true savage. \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
a commission i posted a few months back for
\n\t\t\t\t\tMachuPichu18 of his OC Raamiah in his earlier days doing a ritualistic challenge to try and maintain his composure for a certain amount of time while in a heated room breathing in nothing but his own musk and covered in sweat and pheramone-laced tribal markings.clearer versions and HD versions on ]url=https://www.patreon.com/KinkyKeroro]patreon[/url]