It used to be so clear. So vivid. His mate's pulsing walls wrapped around his cock. Her thundering roar at the height of her bliss. The taste of blood kissing his tongue from a too passionate a mating bite.
One blink, one throb, one spurt, and it was all gone, faded amidst the remnants of dimmer, unwanted, yet still satisfying pleasure. Doravar couldn't stop it any more than he could will his tormenting dreams into ceasing, forced into cracking open his bleary eyes amidst the muffled moans of climax. He hated its pungent odor; the warm slickness of it, shot over himself instead of his beloved mate. Several decades ago, he'd have jumped onto his feet in disgust and rush to the nearest stream, but now...now, he waited for the pulses of his member to subside; for his need to dwindle down in the only way available to him.
Doravar(c) is my character
Art done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/firael/