[SNEAK PEEK]The Need to Nut
Clayton Firestick can’t cum, no matter how hard he tries.
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The Need to Nut
**By Limewah
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18+
SNEAK PEEK
Clayton Firestick could not concentrate on anything. The fox-witch couldn’t even make a spoon levitate or generate a proper fire - the most he could manage was a piddly little flame that couldn’t last longer than a few seconds, like trying to light a dampened wick.
This was getting ridiculous. His unsatisfied lust was completely overpowering any semblance of concentration he could have had. His cock was always leaking, always straining for release.
Gods, at this point, if he ever managed to cum it’d probably knock him out for a day at least.
He sat on his bed, his legs spread wide, dressed down to his underwear. The garment was translucent with the thick saturation of pre-cum spreading from the tip of his tent. With it came the aromatic scent of his musk. Plus, he was the sort of narcissist who got horny off his own musk. It made things so much worse.
His cock was still endlessly throbbing; it felt like he’d been at full mast for days. But by this point he had given up on any hope of release.
By this point, he was pretty sure someone must have hexed him.
Every time he came close to climax, something interrupted him. He didn’t get to cum the time his drunken mom assaulted him and made him massage her feet until she passed out, before stumbling off in the morning and leaving him unsatisfied. Or when he was under the control of the Slumberwitch, waiting on her hand and hoof alongside his sister and never getting any form of release even after he managed to escape her clutches.
…Maybe it was when he escaped that blue snake’s hypno-cult. The snake’s patron was fey-folk, right? It was exactly the sort of shitty curse a fairy would put on a mortal as some twisted revenge. At this point, he would do or try just about anything to get some relief.
Just seeing his cock made his wrist and fingers quiver. Fuck it… he needed to try again. The simplest solution could be it.
He grabbed hold of it, the first touch making him whine with intense pleasure as his fox tail writhed back and forth like a speared worm. He started pumping feverishly and his shaft surged against his paw. He rolled over in his bed, burying his snout into his pillow and hiking his haunches up high as he aimed his cock straight downwards. He was drooling into his sheets almost as much as his shaft was. He bucked at the air, as if he was putting some invisible lover into a mating press. Or presenting himself for someone else to enjoy.
He could feel it. The tight knot of pleasure and tension in his pelvis, like something was about to burst, yes… yes, it was coming-!
There was a thunderclap, and the smell of suphur.
“Claaay~!”
“FUUCK!” Clayton screamed, partly out of embarrassment and partly out of frustration. He flopped back over onto his ass and tried to cover his cock with his sheets.
“Ooh, yeah, it’s as bad as I thought it was…”
A sheep was floating above him, parallel to his body, her cheeks cradled by her hooved hands. She was bright pink, the colour of a strawberry sweet, and her long hair matched that shade. Her eyes were jet black, matching her horns. She was pouting with an expression somewhere between concern, sympathy and flirtation.
Oh… it was his mother’s succubus familiar.
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