Page 17 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

Pinks was hard again before he could think. Galent groaned, reaching into Pinks’ underwear and wrapping his cum-covered hand around Pinks’ cock. Pinks shuddered.

“I want to breed you so badly,” Galent whispered, pulling Pinks’ foreskin down to thumb his sensitive tip. Pinks arched against him. “I want to feed you my big cock, let you sink down on it, and fill you up so full. Put a baby inside you.”

Pinks came again, so much cum shooting out of him that he could only bury his face against his pillow, and moan.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s so fucking hot,” Galent growled, stroking him through his orgasm. “I haven’t even touched your hole yet, and you’re already creaming your brains out for me.”

Hazily, Pinks thought Galent might’ve brushed something against his ear. His mouth?

The giant nuzzled the back of his neck, gave his hip a squeeze, and pulled away.

Pinks made a soft, unhappy sound. Where was Galent going?

Galent licked his fingers clean. Instead of leaving the room, he scooped Pinks into his arms. Pinks took one look at the floorboards—it was such a steep drop!—and clutched at Galent’s neck. The scent of oakmoss filled his nose.

“I’m not going to let you fall,” Galent murmured, walking Pinks out into the living room.

Except he froze, suddenly.

Pinks patted his shoulder. “Hey, don’t tell me you’re turning into a rock again.”

Galent’s eyes flickered to Pinks’, moments before they filmed over. The next instant, all of Galent turned gray—his face, his clothes. Pinks groaned and almost thunked his forehead on the man.

Galent wasn’t usually a statue for long, right? At least, Pinks hadn’t waited long each time.

He made himself relax, wincing at the discomfort of Galent’s stony arms. Pinks traced the hard curves of Galent’s chest. He tapped a rhythm on Galent’s shoulder.

When fifteen minutes had passed and nothing had changed, Pinks growled. “I’m getting off.”

He wrapped his arms around the giant’s neck, trying not to bring their faces too close together. Then he looked at the floor again, and cringed.

Wolves were really not creatures of the sky.

With a lot of wriggling and one foot on Galent’s arm for balance, Pinks braced his other foot against Galent’s rock-hard abs.

He was about to drop himself to the floor when Galent blinked, his face half-gray and inches away.

Pinks startled so violently that he kicked Galent in his crotch.

His not-stony-at-all crotch.

Galent grunted.

The give of his body surprised Pinks so much that he landed in a heap, nearly twisting his ankle.

“I just kicked you in the nuts,” Pinks squawked. “Your soft nuts!”

Pinks had been kicked there once, when he was seven years old. It had hurt so bad, he couldn’t get off the floor for a long time.

He grabbed Galent’s balls without thinking, squeezing the hefty weights through his pants to see if he was grievously hurt.

Then he realized what he was doing and released Galent like a hot potato. Potatoes.

“Fuck,” Galent hissed, taking an unsteady step back. He covered himself with both hands and frowned. “You might have ruined my ability to breed someone.”

“I’m trying to see if your nuts are okay,” Pinks yelped, reaching for them again. “Are they hurt? Do they still work?”

“You could help me find out by testing how many loads it takes to knock you up,” Galent muttered, squeezing his balls gingerly.

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