I wake up, startled a bit by the wings around me— never woken up in a man’s embrace before. Once I get over the shock, I let go of my guns and enjoy it. He’s a right pretty bat, now that there’s light. Still asleep, his mouth’s open just a little ways, showing that pink tongue I’m getting so keen on.The hell am I doing, getting keen on bits of him? He’s just some fella. So happens that he’s right nice for a cuddle, sure, but that don’t mean a thing. Folk do far more without batting an eye. Besides, the bat’s daft. Worse than just going along with the way of things, he’s dead set on keeping things as they are, on arresting folk like me. Not someone this bun can afford to cotton to, even if his manly parts were rather diverting to fiddle with. I think back to last night and the gropes and glances I got in the moonlight. Curse me six ways from sorry, but I have always been the curious sort…I lift up his wing. His penis retracted at some point in the night. Turns out I was right: it does work like a stallion’s.
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