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Commission wonderfully drawn by JuniorJosi (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/juniorjosi/)

The Sheriff was bound all night. His captor, an archer wolf whose name escape him, licked his maleness to erection, then leaving. It was annoying, frustrating, and it left the chubbier wolf wanting. And every time his captor licked his dick, he moved his rump a little closer to the tax collector's muzzle. Even with the weird synthetic clothing, the wolf knew the bodily scent anywhere.

The singing of Alan-A-Dale was the way the blindfolded Sheriff could tell it was morning. As right on cue, the creak of the wooden door opened, and the weight of the archer wolf was on his torso. As the captor toyed with his shaft, a rump was placed right on the Sheriff's nose.

"If you want to get off, you know what to do."

With no protest, the Sheriff let his tongue glide between the shiny cheeks. All while his private member was getting slicked by the smaller wolf's own tongue. A change from the rubber gloves that toyed with him throughout the hours. The feeling of warm moist textured flesh on his teased maleness was enough for the Sheriff to squirt his own pride. Sheriff could hear the amusement of his captor licking the spilled seed off his muzzle.

"Good boy. You deserve another treat.