Boryn Stone
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Pit to Sleep
🕑 Added 2023-08-23 23:24:46 +0000 UTCYou try to recover your thoughts, think back to the last thing you remember. A salty sweaty musk fills your head entirely as you lie in a bed, the fog barely clearing your head as you breathe. You don't recognize the room you're in, the space drenched in the same stale smell as in your mind. An arm of a man wraps around your body, keeping you pinned under him.
You feel his body shift next to yours, woken up by your movement beside him. His body is dressed in a wifebeater that barely covers the fur on his body, the hairs scratching your skin. You can tell the stench is coming from dry sweat across his body, its fumes filling the air.
"What's up pit pig" He yawns, opening his eyes. He recognizes the light behind yours. "Guess I need to get you back under" He said, beginning to reach his arm above your head.
You can't move your muscles, your head too numbed from the stench wrapping your mind to feel them. Your body barely struggles as he places his pit right over your face, waves of his scent quickly descending directly into your head. You can barely hold on as you feel your consciousness slowly washed away by the musk, your body out of your control as your tongue is dragged out to lap at the curls on his body. You feel yourself sinking into the blissful high, back into the depths of the ocean of smell from his body.
