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Priest of Sanguine

Tales of what helped create me, out of order, and no animals were hurt in the creating of this blog!
Most Tales are based on my real life with Fantasy and/or Fiction included to protect identities as well as enjoyment for
those reading. Names like "Bunny, Rabbit, Squirrel" or variation thereof, are not referencing actual Cage member names.
Its how I view my Prey from the stand point of a Primal and Hunter.
If Cage member names are use: 1) it's with their consent. 2) will have ^ before & after the name.

All Stories told are unique and your comments are greatly enjoyed so please do comment.

For those who play Skyrim: Priest of Sanguine is not a reference to the game its a reference to my life style choice ^,..,^
Go grab a drink, maybe a snack, sit back and enjoy the Tales that I delight in telling... even the hard ones.
2 years ago. February 5, 2021 at 6:51 PM

G'morning Kinsters!

There is few things I hate more than sleeping, but there is perks to sleeping.  My ^Angelbunny^ waking me up from a very late, 7-8am-ish when I finally collapsed into bed this morning... So here's just some of the things I've come to find that I really do love about waking up:

1) Waking up before her and seeing her laying there, little cat nap eye mask to block her sight out, while a lil line of drool runs over my very aching arm of which I'm refusing to extract because I might wake her from where she's all snuggled up in me...


2) Waking up to her waking up.  When she slides that mask up and them peepers glisten at me followed by that small smile that slides on her face as she looks back at me. "Good morning, Master" she says ever so shyly...  I salivate like a wolf looking at a flock of unprotected sheep.


3) Waking up to her bowed ever so slightly at the side of my elevated four post, canopy bed (geared with suspension rigging), holding a hot cup of coffee.  Her jammies down around her ankles and a spoon for me to gather up some um... "honey, creamer" from her honey pot 😍😈 for me to mix into my coffee... mmmmmmmm sooo fuck'n good.


But this morning she come into the room... slides back the sheets and proceeded to wake me up to her tongue dancing up and over the tip of my naughty parts, thus causing me to instantly flare into a blaring heat storm of lust as I lay there, trying my damnedest not to thrust myself so hard the tip seeks her bellybutton... ooo no, no, no.  That would be a crime... she's doing this slow, slobbering, adoring and loving what she's doing to me, thing and I'm nearly hovering off the bed with energy from where's she's stoking my nempho infused desires.  The Sadist in me wants... longs... BEGS to wreck that lil thing's body, make her scream and cry as I take her like the demon beast that I am... and in the not to distant past, I most likely would have.  I know I'm rough.  I know I'm not the best person to be around due to my huge amounts of "unacceptable" that comes with being a sadist.  It's really is hard for me to find a reason to NOT be me some days, especially if I can't find my happy... but when I wake up like this... PLUS she has brought me my coffee that fills the room with the background fragrance of them beautiful beans... It reminds me of why I fight everyday to be human.


Hence, I'm giddy as fuck, dancing around bouncing and singing this: 


*Sips his coffee flavored with her "Honey creamer" from off the cock. Grinning ear to ear.*

Have a wonderful day, I sure the fuck am!

(Love you Angelbunny! 😘🐰, my gawd do you taste so fuck'n good!)

Literate Lycan​(dom male) - Living vicariously through your morning . . . Ahem. Well written.ğŸ˜³ğŸ˜Ž
2 years ago
Max Heathen​(other male) - Thank you good sir!!
2 years ago
AngelBunny - Glad I can start your day off right 😊
2 years ago

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