From the number of letters following the guy’s name, which I assume mean degrees, I’m guessing he’s really fricking smart.
Pfahrn aren’t reptilian, but they aren’t exactly mammals, either. They don’t have testicles, or assholes, not to put too fine a point on it. They have a pouch sort of setup, and a phallic-like appendage. They don’t poop—they eliminate everything through the end of that phallus, which is also used for reproduction.
And pleasure, obviously.
Apparently, they eat very little meat, although they can eat meat. Fish and seafood are a common part of their diet, but they mainly stick to a plant-based diet. Most of their domesticated farm animals are used for milk and milk-based products, like cheese, or for clothing fibers, or in the case of poultry, for eggs.
Normally, they carry their phallus tucked inside their pouch. The entire pouch area is sensitive to stimulus inside and out. For reproduction, one Pfahrn basically fucks the other in the pouch, with the bottom’s phallus tucked inside it so they can fertilize the egg the one on top lays inside the pouch. They apparently can have sex like that for fun, too.
Or they can pull their phallus out and jerk off like humans do.
If they’re trying to reproduce, the bottom carries the egg in their pouch until it’s ready to be born, and then the egg is physically carried in a sling, protected against their body, by one or both parents taking turns, if they’re a partnered couple, until the baby’s ready to be born several months after that. Literally, they can’t have accidental pregnancies. Even if an egg is laid, the bottom has to fertilize it. Even then, when they’re trying for that, it can sometimes be difficult for them to achieve it.
And there’s some sort of biting thing they do when they mate, a kind of sexy, hormone-laden venom that connects the two partners.
I like being bit.
Just sayin’.
When I finally hit upon a picture of a naked Pfahrn, I realize yeah, I couldabsolutelyhitthat.
In fact, I pull out my own cock, spit in my hand, and start stroking.
With my other hand, I do what any horny guy in my condition would likely do, and that is I use my stylus to type in another search term.
Pfahrn sex videos
What comes up isn’t exactly porn, but it’s hawwwt, thank you very much. There’s a nearly animalistic intensity to their sex, raw and hard and demanding, that hits a whole row of buttons in my soul. I’m usually more of a top in bed, but damned if I wouldn’t let one of them plow me hard.
Olarte, specifically.
I’m keeping myself fluffed more than trying to beat off immediately. I refine the search even more.
Pfahrn having sex with human
I mean, comeon. If a species is a coalition race, I guarantee at least one human has already fucked them, or been fucked by them, and another has made porn of them doing it. We’re kinky motherfuckers as a general rule, and I, for one, am not ashamed to admit it.
Variety is the spice of life, right?
My search skills are nearly as good as my nav skills. I hit upon a video of a Pfahrn and a female human.
Meaning I refine my search further, because human pussy won’t do adamnthing for me except kill my boner.
Pfahrn having sex with human male
Bingo.
The human guy’s hot, and built—and hung—and next to the Pfahrn he looks little in stature. Had I not just spent the evening talking to a Pfahrn, I would have assumed the guy was short.
That’s when the guy drops to his knees and pulls out the Pfahrn’s cock. My hand freezes.
Holy…shit.
Limp, the Pfahrn’s cock is a good twelve inches long and a two-fisted handful.
I whimper with needy hunger as I watch the human spend a few minutes eagerly gobbling the Pfahrn’s knob while their cock slowly starts swelling. By the time the Pfahrn is completely erect, he’s probably sixteen inches long and easily as big around as my two fists clamped together.
Fuuuuuuck!
