Preview of Wolfong's Mating Scene (Patreon)

Skittering. Writhing. Movement is this one’s rhythm, as much as the mountains are this one’s home. The tall places. The high places. Clinging to the stone in the same way that they cling to a mate. The Wolfong’s fiery mane of hair undulates to the beat of their thrusting, as though possessed of a life its own. An enthusiastic lover, the Wolfong never leaves its mate unsatisfied. Indeed, once spent, this tentacle gives a display not seen elsewhere. So full, does it leave its victim, that they will struggle to walk. Its sperm, so long, that they can be seen squirming with the naked eye. Indeed, a creature most considerate, is this one.