ㅤ The drunken scent soon reveals itself. Puss's attitude still remains, though he feels . . . Off. ❝ Nothing to discuss about that mierda! ❞ He waves his paw dismissively as he tugs on Death's cloak more, like he wants him to crouch down. ㅤ

ㅤ Heroes have needs, and often times it's a rare day to act and take care of them. ㅤ

ㅤ Blink. ❝ Do you have any plans at all, eh? ❞ ㅤ

ㅤ [ @DELAMUERTEVV ] Does whistling his tune summon him? ㅤ

ㅤ There goes the gato. Whistling the infamous tune of death.🎶 ㅤ

ㅤ ❝ It's just a simple . . . Favor, si! ❞ He chuckles and tugs Death's cloak with his paw. The smell of rut is on Puss's body, eager to be mated. ❝ You wouldn't mind it, right? ❞ ㅤ

ㅤ His lips curves and forms a smile. Puss steps forward, his face inching closer to Death's groin. Paws on his thighs, letting his hands feel the wolf's cold, snowy white fur. ❝ Did you . . . Undress before going here or are you always nude? ❞ ㅤ

ㅤ Puss's mouth drowns in the lobo's alluring scent. Feeling his big digits behind his back didn't help hide his rising arousal, his small member rising out from his little sheath as he sniffs in the musk Death loved to have. ❝ M-mmh . . . ❞ Puss could only moan today. ㅤ

ㅤ Swaying that gato ass. ❝ I'm gonna wear pants just to cover this— ❞ ㅤ

ㅤ ❝ There are other people in town! ❞ He gives Death another sway of his rear, to throw him some sass. And to make him jealous. ㅤ

ㅤ Puss replies with a squeal, his tail rising up with alertness as he felt Death's paw all over his butt. ❝ Y-You don't own me yet! ❞ The hero tries to prove something, as if it's of use. ㅤ

ㅤ @DELAMUERTEVV Humming. His. Tune. Demandingly. In a restroom with a gloryhole of all places. ㅤ

ㅤ ❝ You knew quickly— ❞ Puss gulps, staring at that massive length poking through the little hole. Both paws land themselves on his shaft, stroking it with care. ㅤ

ㅤ The only thing the cat can do is moan and take it like the champion of all! ㅤ