A VERY late gnollvember contribution!
Better late than never, right?
"I'l going to need some blood samples," said Coelho.
Cletus, Vathek, Carrios and Rokk gave him looks that screamed "What the hell?!"
"I need them to make sure if my idea is right," explained the elf. "I already have one of Cletus from yesterday..."
He showed a piece of cloth tattered with a bit of blood that Cletus used to bandage a scrape he got yesterday while training too close to a rock.
"But I need a sample from all of you. Just a few drops are enough."
The four guinea pigs exchanged dubious looks, but eventually prickled their fingers to give some drops of their blood, that Coelho put in separate saucers.
"Thanks. But I'm going to need some more from you, Carrios, and you, Rokk, after a... little session."
Big smiles appeared on the mentioned's faces.
"Well, that's way smaller than my last time," commented the gnoll.
"It's one of the weakest versions, it's to be expected," replied the human. "And it still feels awesome, right?"
"Oh yes!" chuckled Rokk.
Indeed, both were just taller than trees (Coelho wanted this necessary experiment to stay discreet), and their manhoods stayed reasonably proportionate, but it did still feel amazing.
So both father and son basked in the power, the size...
Until Rokk began fondling Carrios' pec.
"Hmm, deliciously rock-hard..."
"Dad, what are you doing?!" exclaimed Carrios.
"What, I don't have the right to enjoy my son being a magnificent specimen of masculinity?"
"DAD!!" yelped indignantly said son.
"Come on, Carrios, have a little more faith in me than that! I'm just as grossed out by the notion of incest than you are! I've got no intention of, how you said again? Oh right, "shoving my big thick meat up your ass"!"
Carrios grew red, mortified by the reminiscence, but still was relieved.
"Although, now that I think back to this, I wouldn't say no to a spit roast where we'd be the extremities!" laughed Rokk.
Carrios opened his mouth to protest, but the idea of said spit roast, with Cletus or Vathek in the middle, imposed itself in his mind.
And at his own surprise, the idea was appealing to him.
"You know what? I think I wouldn't too," he eventually admitted with a smile.
With a smirk, Rokk went back to his appreciation of his son's titanic muscles.
And this time, Carrios started doing the same to his father's humongous musculature.
And under the trees, Cletus and Vathek chuckled, and Coelho rolled his eyes.
Art by b12a
Original here: https://twitter.com/B12A_ART/status.....35418738315267
Carrios and Rokk © me
Better late than never, right?
"I'l going to need some blood samples," said Coelho.
Cletus, Vathek, Carrios and Rokk gave him looks that screamed "What the hell?!"
"I need them to make sure if my idea is right," explained the elf. "I already have one of Cletus from yesterday..."
He showed a piece of cloth tattered with a bit of blood that Cletus used to bandage a scrape he got yesterday while training too close to a rock.
"But I need a sample from all of you. Just a few drops are enough."
The four guinea pigs exchanged dubious looks, but eventually prickled their fingers to give some drops of their blood, that Coelho put in separate saucers.
"Thanks. But I'm going to need some more from you, Carrios, and you, Rokk, after a... little session."
Big smiles appeared on the mentioned's faces.
"Well, that's way smaller than my last time," commented the gnoll.
"It's one of the weakest versions, it's to be expected," replied the human. "And it still feels awesome, right?"
"Oh yes!" chuckled Rokk.
Indeed, both were just taller than trees (Coelho wanted this necessary experiment to stay discreet), and their manhoods stayed reasonably proportionate, but it did still feel amazing.
So both father and son basked in the power, the size...
Until Rokk began fondling Carrios' pec.
"Hmm, deliciously rock-hard..."
"Dad, what are you doing?!" exclaimed Carrios.
"What, I don't have the right to enjoy my son being a magnificent specimen of masculinity?"
"DAD!!" yelped indignantly said son.
"Come on, Carrios, have a little more faith in me than that! I'm just as grossed out by the notion of incest than you are! I've got no intention of, how you said again? Oh right, "shoving my big thick meat up your ass"!"
Carrios grew red, mortified by the reminiscence, but still was relieved.
"Although, now that I think back to this, I wouldn't say no to a spit roast where we'd be the extremities!" laughed Rokk.
Carrios opened his mouth to protest, but the idea of said spit roast, with Cletus or Vathek in the middle, imposed itself in his mind.
And at his own surprise, the idea was appealing to him.
"You know what? I think I wouldn't too," he eventually admitted with a smile.
With a smirk, Rokk went back to his appreciation of his son's titanic muscles.
And this time, Carrios started doing the same to his father's humongous musculature.
And under the trees, Cletus and Vathek chuckled, and Coelho rolled his eyes.
Art by b12a
Original here: https://twitter.com/B12A_ART/status.....35418738315267
Carrios and Rokk © me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 2242 x 1643px
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For years, Rokk was thought dead, and he was separated from his son.
They intend to catch up the lost time
They intend to catch up the lost time
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