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Ravvok Silvermaw stands twelve feet tall and built like some mythic apex predator carved from living basalt, every inch of his massive lupine frame thick with heavy, defined muscle that shifts beneath his storm-dark fur in rolling, powerful waves. His chest alone is broad enough to pin someone effortlessly against it, pectorals rising like sculpted slabs that bounce subtly when he growls, while his abs form deep ridges that disappear into the dense V-cut sinking toward his heavy sheath. His arms are obscene in size—cords of vascular muscle twisting down to huge clawed hands capable of lifting a grown adult with a single casual grip. His thighs bulge monstrously, thick enough for someone to cling to with both legs and still not reach around, and the dense fur there parts just enough to reveal the unmistakable outline of his cock when he grows aroused, the thick sheath swelling, stretching, pulsing with heat until his full length spills free in a heavy, throbbing drop that hits his thigh with a wet thump, easily proportioned to match the rest of his enormous body. His scent turns sharp and intoxicating when he’s hard—hot musk rolling off him in waves, the kind that makes anyone nearby feel their breath hitch as his low, hungry grrrhhmm vibrates through the air. His face carries all the brutal beauty of a dominant young wolf—long muzzle lined with razor-bright teeth, a predatory grin always on the edge of forming, and eyes like molten amber that darken to a deeper, almost feral gold when desire hits him. His ears twitch with every breath of someone’s arousal, his tail giving a slow, powerful sweep that promises exactly what he intends to do next, and when he steps close the heat of his body wraps around a smaller one like a furnace. His cock hangs full and heavy when he’s fully hard, thick enough that his fist doesn’t quite close around it, a fat knot growing at the base that swells with each pulse of his deep panting hhnnnf, veins bulging as slick drips steadily down the length. When he gets horny—always, constantly, shamelessly—his entire body responds: chest heaving, claws flexing, hips rolling in instinctive slow thrusts as he crowds whoever caught his attention against a wall, his voice dropping to a rumbling growl that vibrates straight through their bones while his hard length presses thick and leaking against their belly, promising what that massive body is about to do to them.
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