The utterly shameless words coming from Mamechiho were sending him quite mad, that hungry look had his cock twitching. The tongue didn't help, had his head dropping as all of his breath rushed out of him and his eyes just about crossed. He moaned, long and loud. He could hear some of the girls whispering to each other, wanting to be in Mamechiho's place, hear the rustling of clothes, of obvious sounds of the girls pleasuring themselves and watching.

He moved, rocking down against Yukimura. Tell--tell her about my teeth... Fore some reason the idea of having Mamechiho's fingers running over his fang-like canines was just as arousing as thinking of them on his cock. He thought the girls might enjoy it too, since some of their curiosity had to be on his odd physiology. He wanted to show off.