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Hunter and his mighty forearms
They were out form their confinement.
The armour was off and those lethal, oh so very lethal weapons now totally and utterly exposed in the open for all to fear (more like drool over!).
Thick, juicy, soft and yet hard, oh so suckable fleshy bits of…
… um, those lethal weapons of a forearms but of course.
They could easily slice and dice and strangle and kill one to the very death… pick one up and hold against the wall without the opportunity to resist as the lure of…
Yeah so lethal? Ya know, cause Hunter’s a warrior? A soldier? A trooper? A killer?
And so not a love machine drawn so very sensually and sexily from head to toe with such perfection it is becoming increasingly harder to resist the thoughts of anything but having those arms around…
No! Must resist! Be strong and vanquish such impure thoughts!!!
Hunter, was built by the Yule Tide specifications of a True Soldier, not something to be drooled over like a piece of candy or similar succulent edible.
And yet, when those muscular appendices are exposed the trembles from within becoming totally uncontrollable just like the urge to simply grab onto them and hold on. Hang from them like from some thick true of wood…
Yeah you heard me. Wood!
Cause Hunta’s got some wood!
Needless to say, that this perfection of a character called Hunter has gotten the fandom all riled up, because this unnecessary revelation put in front of us poor poor thirsters in the form of a comic of a drawing of a teaser.
And so, it is our sworn duty to simply stare in awe, to fantasise and drool… or worse. Guess whatever rocks your boat is allowed in this case, as there really is no more excuse left to not to do so?!?