Daniel shoved Tressa's doll into his pouch and lifted up Belinda's. He brought it to his nose and sniffed.
*Sniff~*
*SNIFF~*
"Hoo! Damn. *Sniff* ahh… fuck what is this smell," he murmured, unable to put the musky scent into words.
His cock hardened instantly at the scent.
'Agh, man… what is this horny smell, I can't stop sniffing,' he thought, helpless as he sniffed again.
*SNIFF!*
Daniel lingered, inhaling until his mind still found the scent unsatisfying. It was far stronger than anything he'd ever smelled—like catnip to a cat, but for him, pure, inescapable lust.
After a moment, he shoved Belinda's doll into his pouch. The lingering effect made him flinch, but he forced himself upright and climbed the stairs to his room.
'Damn, Lady Belinda,' he whispered under his breath. 'No wonder you wear that heavy looking green robe.'
