Page 78 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

Actually, yeah, it explained Ulgon and Burnzinger’s relationship.

And now that Emre knew Uriel’s secret, it only made the book sadder, and this situation... funnier.

All of them were watching when the giant cock bent over Bruiser and rubbed its tip against his head.

“Aww, it likes you,” Uriel said dryly. “Yeah, this is it. We’re done here. No need to help.”

“Hey! What the hell!” Bruiser tried to punch the giant cock, but it only nuzzled him harder, like it was some kind of giant friendly dog.

“How the hell did you end up here, anyway?” Zenith asked.

“I don’t fucking know!” Bruiser snarled. “I was trying to get out of my house, and this thing jumped me and followed me all the way here!”

Huxton covered his mouth and snickered. Zenith shot him a warning look.

“You probably smell like ass, is why it followed you,” Uriel said.

Even Emre couldn’t help but giggle at that.

“Fuck off,” Bruiser hissed.

“Yeah, I’m fucking right off.” Uriel turned his back on Bruiser as the giant cock wrapped itself around him like a possessive tentacle. Bruiser roared.

Zenith coughed. “You’re just going to leave him here?”

“Obviously he doesn’t need help,” Uriel replied. “Youare paying me for actual work.”

Emre followed Uriel and Zenith back up the mansion’s driveway, snagging Buttwheel and the pups. Already, cars were starting to inch their way around Bruiser and the giant cock. Huxton rolled the gates shut.

Just as the gates were almost closed, Bruiser yelled.

“Wait!”

All of them paused. Emre held his breath.

“I give,” Bruiser muttered. More loudly, “How much for an extraction?”

Uriel’s eyes gleamed; his lips curved. He turned back, and Huxton hurriedly opened the gates once more. “How much are you willing to pay?”

“How about I owe you a favor?” Bruiser growled.

Oh, that was so dangerous.

Uriel turned around slowly. “Anyfavor?”

Bruiser gritted his teeth. The giant cock was petting his head with its own, like it had found its very best friend. When Bruiser tried to struggle out of its grip, the giant cock held him tighter.

“It’s a cocktacle,” Huxton whispered. “Cock-tentacle. You should write this into your book, Scribbly Master.”

Uriel had the straightest poker face ever.

Bruiser caved. “Fine.Fine!Any favor. Get this fucking thing off me!”

Uriel strode forward. With a fingertip, he traced sparkling gold runes in the air. They hung suspended until he finished writing and pushed the spell forward with his palm. The runes flew through the air, sinking into Bruiser’s giant pink companion.

The cock shuddered around Bruiser. Then it grew more erect than ever, puffed up at the base, and ejaculated a thick, long stream of white fluid into the sky.

“Evacuate,” Huxton yelled.