[AGUST]
"Your Majesty—" a voice interrupted Agust's line of thought, bringing him back to a reality that he had tried too hard to force himself to get used to, but nothing would ever work for him. Not the women, not the men, and certainly not the woman whose cunt he was balls deep in.
"What?" the Lycan King answered irritably as he looked at the woman on his bed. He had gone out there and looked for the perfect Lycan toy, one who looked like his Jiminie, had milky skin like his Jiminie, but he hadn't been able to find one.
The tempting woman on his bed was the closest thing to a replica of his Jiminie, maybe because she had a tight cunt and was having the same skin tone as him. Her face was not as sharp as his Jiminie's but it was a little close.
"Please move," the woman whose identity or even name the great king couldn't even remember and Agust sighed. He had been fucking women and men alike for the past three weeks ad frankly none of them gave him that satisfaction.
