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Sorrel approaching again finally pushed Lacerta officially into rut. He surged forward and grabbed the faun. Eyes losing all clarity, his brown iris were blown and deepend to almost black in color. Purely driven by nature now, he instinctively turned Sorrel around and started licking at the slick opening. The smell of the slick was maddening to him, sweeter than the best honey and much more addicting. His rough tongue started poking intl the slightly opened hole, sipping the nectar from its direct source.