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honestly, the vore appeal to me is in the horror aspect. like i get people finding comfort in it and stuff but GOD i love a character being eaten by some space creature, never to be seen again. like the idea that there is Nothing Left of someone? i eat that shit up. pun intended. the idea that There Is No Escape and the prey has to very quickly come to terms with their impending doom. i love the scary
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characters: omicron
nsfw
special kinks: tentacles, oviposition
length: 1.8k
minors dni
It wasn't his first rodeo.
Omicron had visited tons of other worlds and dimensions before, and this one was no exception. He walked with confidence as he cut through the thick vegetation, knowing full well nothing he encountered would be too much for him to handle. He was the best of Halcyon's clones, after all, and if he had to prove it over and over again, he was more than happy to oblige.
Research missions were usually boring. It was mostly a matter of collecting samples, be they soil, liquid material, plants, bugs, or otherwise, and Omicron always found himself wanting to fight some strong space monster or take on a warlord from some other civilization.
But no. Halcyon wanted samples. Probably to do more of their gene splicing or whatever it was they did in their spare time.
Omicron sliced through another couple of vines with his blade, then stopped. A cave lay a few yards ahead.
He looked up at the sky. It was starting to get pretty late, and it was going to be dark soon. It wasn't worth risking being snatched up by something while trying to navigate an unfamiliar jungle in the middle of the night.
Omicron trudged toward the cave, stopping at its entrance and peering inside, just in case there were any animals that might have wanted to make him their dinner. He shined the built in lights in his eyes over the interior of the cave, but saw nothing.
Perfect. He'd get a good night's rest and continue on his way.
Omicron turned back toward the cave entrance, set on collecting firewood and dried kindling, until he heard something. He stopped, then turned around, shining his light back inside the cave.
A rock had tumbled onto the smooth floor.
Curious, he turned and walked up to it, reaching down to pick it up and look it over. He swept his gaze over the cave again. It was either unstable and about to collapse, or there was something waiting for him there.
Omicron, despite his better judgement, stepped further into the cave, idly tossing the rock up and down in his hand.
Shining the light over the cave walls, he couldn't see anything that would indicate anything was about to cave in, except maybe a bit of water dripping from somewhere in the wall.
Then, he stopped.
If the cave wasn't about to crumble, it meant he wasn't alone.
Omicron listened carefully for any sort of breathing or shuffling around. All he could pick up, however, was the sound of the jungle outside and whatever wildlife was hiding among the trees.
Then he looked up.
The ceiling wasn't made of rock. Hundreds, maybe thousands of little pinpricks reflected his light back to him, and his synthetic blood ran cold. They were all eyes.
Slowly, Omicron started to back away, not breaking eye contact with whatever that thing was.
He didn't dare make a sound, or any sudden movements. Holding his breath, he glanced at the floor for just a moment, if only to see how close he was to the mouth of the cave.
If he could just make it a bit farther…
Omicron turned heel and tried to bolt back outside, but something shot out from the ceiling and wrapped itself around his waist, lifting him into the air. He yelped with surprise, thrashing against it as best as he could, clawing at it with his fingers, but it only tightened itself around him.
It made no sound. It just watched him with all of its tiny little pinpricks.
Whatever tentacle it had wrapped him with, it was strong.
Omicron tried raising his blade, but another tendril shot down and wrapped itself around his wrist, holding him fast.
“Fuck.”
With his free hand, he continued trying to pry the tentacles away from his body, but he was nigh powerless against this thing.
He was also several feet above the ground. Falling would probably hurt.
Omicron could only wonder what it wanted with him. Was he to become its next meal? How did it eat? Did it just absorb nutrients from things using little flagella or something?
Something told him he wasn't on the menu.
Another tentacle descended down from the beast above him, but this one wasn't as aggressive as the others. The creature seemed almost curious, as curious as a terrifying space-creature could be, and it ran the end of its tentacle over Omicron's facial plating.
He tried to swallow back his fear, but despite it, he shook like a leaf.
The tentacles were all unfortunately wet and slimy, even if they were strong. As the creature seemed to be satisfied with its inquisitive poking around, the end of the tentacle then pressed against Omicron's mouth.
He turned his head away, trying to get it to give up, but it was persistent. Eventually, with yet another tentacle, it grabbed one of the horns atop his head and held him in place.
The first then fought against him, eventually managing to pry his mouth open, easing his jaws apart, until it was able to slip its way into his mouth. Omicron tried wrenching his head away, but he was still locked in place. The tentacle in his mouth was still inspecting him, and soon enough, he could feel a strange, slimy substance fill his mouth even more. It was oddly sweet, and as much as he didn't want to admit it…it tasted good.
Then, as soon as Omicron tried to swallow, the tentacle began making its way toward his throat. It slid further into his mouth, until finally, its end pushed itself deeper. He couldn't help but gag, though after the first one, he didn't feel he needed to.
Omicron could feel the tentacle as it filled his esophagus, still slipping further into his mouth, until he was certain it reached his stomach. There was no way he was able to escape now. This thing had him exactly where it wanted him.
There was an uncomfortable shifting deep inside his body as the tentacle continued its path. It squeezed beyond his stomach, and he couldn't help but writhe against it, groaning as it invaded his intestine. Omicron felt each movement it made, his guts filling even further with each passing second. He was lucky he hadn't eaten in a few days, relying mostly on his power core and the photocells in his plating.
The tentacle reached further, around every twist and turn, in each little crevice, and in every inch of his body, until finally, it stopped somewhere deep inside his gut.
A pitiful whine escaped his speech synthesizer. He tried to squirm, but was only reminded of just how far in his body the tentacle managed to reach.
Then, something else.
Another had descended from the beast, and Omicron was only able to watch it from the corner of his eye as it reached toward the waistband of his pants. Instinctively, despite what had happened, he thrashed again, his free hand grabbing at the tentacle in his mouth.
The second slipped its way inside his pants, beyond his undergarments, probing his metal plating until it finally reached what it was searching for. Omicron felt it slide itself against his sensitive nether regions, and despite the instincts of every bone in his body, he shuddered with a sick sort of pleasure.
The tentacle toyed with him a while longer, his slit moistening with his unfortunate arousal, until it finally started to slide into his waiting entrance.
Omicron let out a low moan, the tentacle reaching as far as it would, until it slowly began to pump itself in and out of his tight hole. His juices ran down its length as it went, combining with the same slimy substance it had given him before, both dripping onto the ground beneath him.
The tentacle didn't relent. It kept sliding itself in and out of his body, the soft and wet noises it made echoing around the cave. Omicron couldn't think of anything else. His mind was filled with pure ecstasy, his body betraying all of his fears and inhibitions. The tentacle moved faster, continuing to fuck him tirelessly, soothing every ache and pain he didn't know he had.
He stopped caring about how much noise he made. After all, he was by himself with this thing, right? It wasn't like he was disturbing any peace.
Omicron's breathing–what he could manage, anyway–hitched in his throat, quickening with his mechanical heart rate. The tentacle continued its rhythmic thrusting, the creature ever patient, as Omicron was pushed further and further to the edge.
His legs began to tremble. A great pressure seemed to be building in his nether regions.
Omicron let go of everything he had, his back arching as much as it could as he finally came, his entire body quaking as his orgasm rushed over him like a wave.
All he could do was hang there.
The creature gave him time to come down from the high it had given him, and then it was back to business.
He felt the tentacle in his mouth shift again, and the way it had filled all of his guts wasn't so disturbing anymore. In fact, he liked it.
Then, Omicron could see, from where the tentacle began in the murky darkness, something on the beast’s end was moving. Small, round masses, each just a bit larger than a ping pong ball, began descending toward him through the tentacle. He felt the first as it reached his mouth, pushing past his throat, slowly sliding down into his stomach, then through his guts. Then, it finally came to its resting point deep inside his body.
There were more.
Omicron groaned as more of the masses pushed their way into his body, each one slipping through every inch of where the tentacle had taken up residence.
He could feel pressure rising in his abdomen as more of them filled his intestines. Soon enough, the flexible plating over his stomach had given way to a slight paunch, and as more eggs filled his body, it increased in size until it had reached the limits of its flexibility.
The last of the masses finally made its way down into his gut.
He reached his free hand down and tentatively pressed on his distended stomach, the soft, gooey masses inside slipping around like gelatin.
Just when he thought it was about to be over, he felt one last increase in pressure, groaning in response, as that same strange liquid pumped through the tentacle one last time.
Then, at long last, it started retreating from his mouth. Back through his intestines, back out of his stomach, back from his throat, until it was finally finished with him. He gagged when it made its exit, saliva and slime dripping from his mouth. The other tentacle pulled itself out of his nethers, and he yelped one last time as it did.
The beast seemed satisfied.
Its tendrils then gently set him back on the cave floor.
Omicron just lay there on the smooth stone, a hand over his distended stomach as he groaned with the effort of sitting up.
He had no clue how he was to explain this when he returned to his home dimension.
characters: aurorin, lars
nsfw
special kinks: vore, light bondage
length: 4.4k
When Lars awoke, he didn't expect to be completely naked on a speeding train car.
It wasn't the strangest way to wake up, but it certainly wasn't the usual way he started his mornings.
Not only was he in the nude, he stood with his wrists bound by rope to one of the grab bars on the ceiling, and when he tested to see how tight it was, it wouldn't budge. He sighed. This was what he got for toying around with the wrong train conductor.
Then he heard a door open behind him, but he couldn't turn to see who had come in.
“You're awake!” came an unfamiliar voice. A massive, uniformed being walked past him until he stood a few feet away. “That was too easy!”
Lars’ face flushed, but there wasn't a whole lot he could do to hide his…unmentionables.
“Uh…who-who are you?” he stammered. “And I've gotta ask, why've you got me ass-naked on a train?”
The being laughed.
“Oh, Larry! Can I call you Larry?”
Lars scowled.
“No.”
“Well, Larry, you've really been a thorn in our side for quite a while. I'm very familiar with you!” the being chirped. “My name is Aurorin! But you can call me Rory, whichever's easier to scream in terror or pleasure!”
“Aurorin?”
“Yep! Now, you're probably wondering how I know you, and you know nothing about me.” Aurorin said. “That's because half of me is Solano! So we've basically already met!”
Lars’ blood ran cold.
They hadn't ended on amicable terms. Solano hadn't forgotten about what had happened, clearly.
“So…”
Aurorin laughed again.
“Because I'd like to have a little fun with you! Come on now, Larry! Why else would you be ass-naked on a train? Your words, not mine!”
Lars blinked.
“I-I ain't no penny whore! C-come on, Rory! We can talk about this!”
Aurorin stepped toward him, leaning close until their faces were inches away from each other.
“Or I can knock your prostate into your brain!”
Lars’ face went redder still.
“Well, I…”
Aurorin stepped back and let his coat fall to the floor.
“I don't wanna waste any time here, Larry. And I can see that you don't, either!”
Lars looked down and tried his best to hide his hardening length again, but he couldn't.
“Aurorin!” he whined. “Come on now! I-I didn't mean to bring any hurt, y'know? I–”
“Quit kidding yourself. You think I'm that stupid?” Aurorin asked, slowly undoing each of the buttons on his vest. “I should be insulted. You don't really think Solano is dumb, do you?”
“Well…”
Aurorin snorted. He let the vest and his tie fall to the floor before finally, teasingly unclasping the buttons on his shirt, exposing his glittery, perfectly filled-out form underneath. Lars’ breath hitched in his throat.
Aurorin grinned at him.
“I knew you're a dirty little liar.” he giggled, putting his hands on his hips. “You're just raring to go, aren't you?”
Lars’ mouth was dry. Despite the dark fabric, he could see a sizable bulge forming in Aurorin's pants. It only made him squirm against his binds even more.
“I-I told you! I ain't a whore!”
“And yet here you are standing in front of me with a raging boner. You're funny!”
“Shut up!”
“What'sa matter Larry? Getting all hot and bothered?”
“Stop calling me that!”
Aurorin grabbed him by the neck.
“I am the one that gives the orders out.” he purred. “If I call you Larry, you respond to Larry. If I call you my little bitch boy, you'll respond to my little bitch boy. Got it?”
Lars didn't dare disagree when Aurorin's fingertips were digging into his skin. He nodded shakily, gasping when Aurorin let go.
“Now that we got that out of the way…why don't we get to know each other a little more?” Aurorin purred. He leaned his face in close and gently buried his muzzle in Lars’ neck, putting a hand on his chest. Lars shuddered upon feeling Aurorin's hot breath on his skin, trying his hardest not to give in as Aurorin slowly began moving downward, leaving a gentle trail of kisses in his and his hand's wake. Lars shut his eyes.
Aurorin buried his face once again in Lars’ stomach, this time running his tongue along the surface of his skin, down past the waistline, until his hands reached Lars’ thighs and his face was level with his twitching cock.
“You poor thing.” Aurorin murmured with mock sympathy. “It's not every day you get kidnapped by someone three times your size, huh?”
Lars bit the inside of his cheek.
“You ain't gonna teach me a lesson, if that's what you're trying to do. I-I keep tellin’ you, I'm not a whore.”
“Your body tells another story.”
Before Lars could reply, Aurorin's broad tongue cradled Lars’ cock, running along its underside until he reached the base.
“Lord have mercy…” Lars groaned. “You get that from Sunny, don't you?”
Aurorin chuckled.
“Why? Starting to miss him yet?”
Lars gasped when Aurorin parted his jaws and took the tip of his cock into his mouth. His legs felt weak, but his weight was still held up by his wrists, and as Aurorin fit more of him inside, he could feel his cock hit the back of the beast's throat.
Aurorin's muzzle was nestled comfortably up to Lars’ stomach, all four of his eyes looking teasingly up at him.
“You-you're a devil, you know that?”
As if to respond, Aurorin slowly began pumping his head back and forth, his tongue running over the surface of Lars’ cock.
Lars could hardly catch his breath. He squirmed against his binds, startling when he felt Aurorin grab his thighs to hold him in place. His small frame wouldn't do him any good in the face of such a massive being.
Aurorin quickened his movements, the inside of his mouth quickly becoming coated with the precum leaking out of Lars’ tip, a taste half of him had become well acquainted with in the past. He looked up at Lars, who was already just barely able to hold himself together, and a low purring rumbled up from his throat.
It didn't help Lars in the slightest.
“Rory…” he murmured, closing his eyes and letting his head back. “God, you--motherfucker–got me starting to-to believe maybe you 'n your brother are angels.”
Aurorin pulled his head back and let go of Lars’ cock, his wide, forked tongue licking precum from his lips.
“You're funny!” he chirped. “You wouldn't know the nature of the divine if it was sucking your dick!”
Lars didn't have time to retort before Aurorin had forced him into his mouth again. Despite everything, a soft moan escaped Lars’ mouth, and his inhibitions began to fade away with the sensation of Aurorin's fleshy throat surrounding his length.
Despite the burning hatred for Lars that Aurorin had in his chest, his desire for pleasure was far greater. Despite the hatred, he couldn't help but moan around Lars’ cock as it filled his mouth and throat, and he craved more.
Lars’ breathing grew ragged. Aurorin didn't relent. He picked up his pace one final time, and it was then Lars could feel tension beginning to build in his abdomen, like a dam about to burst.
“Rory…” he moaned again, gasping for breath when he felt Aurorin's strong hands tighten around his thighs. Lars couldn't hold himself back. Each time Aurorin's tongue slipped over his length, he grew closer and closer to the edge.
Aurorin was patient. There was eternity and then some.
Lars couldn't take it anymore.
Despite his efforts to keep himself composed, his body finally let go as he reached his climax like a wave of thick, sweet, golden honey running through a riverbed.
Aurorin took his entire length into his mouth and continued his purring as cum flooded across his tongue, its thick, hot essence pouring down his throat as he swallowed every drop Lars gave him.
Lars hung there almost limp, sweat beading on his forehead, completely out of breath. When Aurorin pulled back again, a thin strand of cum and saliva connected his mouth to the tip of Lars’ cock.
“There! Now I've got you all warmed up!”
Lars chuckled, slurring and slow as if he were drunk.
“That…was a warmup, eh?”
Aurorin stood up and put his hands on his hips again. Lars could once again see the bulge between his legs, pulling the fabric of his pants taut. He swallowed against the dryness in his throat, trying to look away. But he couldn't.
“Let's get you down from there.” Aurorin hummed. “Your wrists must be raw.”
Until then, Lars hadn't really noticed the pain in his wrists, and it hit him all at once like a match being put out directly on his skin. Aurorin carefully reached up and untied the rope, letting it fall to the floor. Lars rubbed the red spots where it had chafed against him.
“Now, you've got me convinced things ain't so bad.” he remarked. “Standin’ in the nude on a moving train doesn't seem all so terrifying.”
Aurorin giggled.
“You're fun! Have I said that already? I dunno! But I can tell deep in your dirty little mind you want to find out if there's more where that came from. And there is!” he chirped. “I know you, Larry. I can make you beg. I will make you beg! Isn't that fun?!”
Lars was speechless. Aurorin giggled again, turning around and unclasping the belt he wore, running his long tail under Lars’ chin as he did.
“Y'know, I just love pathetic little men like you! You think you're all that and a bag of chips, going around talking about how you're God's favorite little boy!”
“Excuse you.” Lars snapped. “I am not pathetic, and Nebunie–”
“Where is Nebunie when you're tied up on a train getting the best head of your life?” Aurorin asked. He let his pants fall to the floor, now just as exposed as Lars. He turned around.
Lars couldn't hide his shock.
Aurorin was huge.
“What'sa matter, Larry? Cat got your tongue?” he purred, putting his hands back on his hips. “That's surprising! You can't seem to shut up any other time!”
Lars blinked, shaking his head to rid himself of his surprise. His face flushed again, and just like before, his arousal was impossible to hide.
“I-I…” he began, clearing his throat. “Well, ain't this a surprise, eh?”
Aurorin laughed. He turned and leaned on one of the seats, lifting his tail and exposing himself, odd green precum dripping onto the fabric below.
“I've got the best of both worlds, Larry. Don't lose your head over it!”
Lars still couldn't believe it.
“You keep findin’ new ways to surprise me.”
Aurorin turned and lay on the seat on his back, waggling his hips.
“Well, come on! Don't just stand there! Make like a roader and rail me!”
Lars stepped closer, running his hands down Aurorin's thighs, still unable to take his eyes away from the display before him. It was a work of art, really; a thick, brilliantly colored member extended out of an equally vibrant slit, with even more of his bright seafoam green juices running onto the seat beneath him.
Lars gently probed the edge of Aurorin's slit with his thumb, watching the much larger beast squirm with the lightest touch.
“Sensitive, are we?” Lars teased. “Figure something like you would have done this before.”
Aurorin snorted.
“Shut up, Larry! Are you gonna fuck me or not?”
Lars laughed, then aligned himself with the waiting entrance before him before putting his hands on Aurorin's thighs and slowly beginning to push his way in.
In response, Aurorin grabbed at the seat and braced himself. Lars’ cock found itself buried in hot, fleshy walls that clamped around his length almost perfectly, as if Aurorin's body were a bit more greedy than he had originally let on.
“Everyone's got their Achilles’ heel.” Lars purred. “You didn't really think you had the jump on me, did you?”
He started slowly moving himself in and out, and a soft groan escaped Aurorin's throat.
“Christ, Larry! You really are full of yourself!”
Lars raised an eyebrow.
“And you're full of me, too.”
He shoved himself fully inside as if for emphasis, laughing when Aurorin squeaked in response, then continued his movements at a steady pace.
“Never thought a pretty little boy like you had any guts!” Aurorin teased. “You might be a rancher, but you don't look like you've done any real work a day in your life!”
Lars snorted.
“You ain't nothin’ but a coal-sniffing varmint. I hunt pests like you every morning. You 'n the rest of you railroaders.”
Aurorin looked down at where Lars’ hands were squeezing his thighs as he relentlessly pounded into him, continuing his gradual ascent to full speed.
“Your hands are perfectly smooth. Nebunie really did a number on you, huh? Gave you just a little bit of perfection, enough to get you addicted.”
Lars grabbed hold of Aurorin's throat with one hand, digging his fingertips into his neck.
“I've worked a Hell of a lot harder'n you in your lifetime.” he hissed. “Solano sits on his ass in the train and Comet sits on his ass at that ticket counter. You're just the sum of your parts.”
Aurorin couldn't suppress another moan as Lars kept going, and he gripped at the seat beneath him even more. Lars unfortunately knew what he was doing. Aurorin lay his head back again as Lars battered his entrance over and over again, a concoction of both of their fluids pooling beneath them.
Lars dug his heels into the floor of the train car and forced himself inside as far as he could each time he moved inward, grunting with each thrust. Neither of them could muster any more words.
Sweat beaded on Lars’ forehead. Aurorin's words echoed over and over in his mind. Of course he'd done plenty of hard work in his life! He had a successful ranch and dealt with plenty of animals and, most importantly, he was doing crucial work in service of Nebunie!
It made his blood boil.
Lars planted both of his hands on Aurorin's ample stomach and put as much force into his thrusts as he could possibly muster. The strong, muscular walls accepted his length like it was all they had been made for. Aurorin had given up retaining any of his composure, and his constant squirming and cursing had become white noise to Lars’ ears.
Pleasure had clouded both of their minds, their bodies fitting together like soft puzzle pieces, moving in rhythmic action like clockwork.
Lars dug his fingers into Aurorin's fuzzy stomach and shut his eyes as he pounded into him with a new wave of feverish need, until he finally grabbed hold of Aurorin's waist and buried his entire length inside. He shuddered as another fiery wave of bliss filled his body, spilling his seed into Aurorin's slit.
Aurorin's back arched against the seat, and his own juices flowed from his folds while his climax sent its shockwaves through every fiber of his being.
The two of them sat there panting for a while. Aurorin wrapped his legs around Lars’ waist and pulled him closer, wriggling his hips as if to further tease him.
“Be careful doing that.” he purred. “You wouldn't want any more Vandermeers running around, would you?”
Lars wiped sweat from his forehead with his arm. Aurorin's nethers still pulsated around his length.
“Knockin’ you up ain't my problem. In fact, I hope I did! Maybe it'll put you in your place!”
Aurorin stuck his tongue out at him and folded his arms across his chest. He let go of Lars, who finally pulled himself out.
“You're horrible.”
“I've been called worse.”
Aurorin stood up, and Lars had nearly forgotten just how large he was until he did.
The huge member between Aurorin's legs still throbbed with anticipation. Lars shifted his weight between his feet.
“I ought to smite you for talking to me like that.” Aurorin said. “If I'm having your kid, you're going to be my bitch, and if I need to teach you how, so be it.”
Lars’ mouth went dry. He glanced down at Aurorin's cock.
He could tell just by looking that he couldn't even wrap a hand around the whole thing. It was about as big around as his forearm at its thickest point.
“Take a picture! It'll last longer!” Aurorin chirped. In one swift motion, he shoved Lars to the floor, looking down at him with his hands on his hips. “You really are pretty, you know that? In the same way a rich lady's cat is pretty! You were made like that on purpose! Just a little too perfect!”
He dropped to his knees and, with his incredible strength, forced Lars onto his stomach.
“Now it's my turn!”
“I-I'm not sure I've got another one in me, Rory! I'll be the first to admit I ain't as young'n spry as I used to be!”
Aurorin laughed.
“Come on, Larry! You've gotten off twice already!” he chirped. “Nobody likes a man that can't pull his own weight!”
Lars looked back at Aurorin, who grabbed hold of his hips to told him in place. Aurorin aligned the tip of his cock with Lars’ tight hole.
“You ain't givin’ me much of a choice, are you?”
“Nope! But you're having fun, aren't you? Come on, I know you are!”
Lars chuckled weakly.
“You've got me there.”
“I knew it!”
Aurorin held Lars’ waist firmly and wasted no more time. He slowly pressed himself forward, the tip of his cock slipping inside Lars’ hole with ease. Lars gasped sharply, digging his nails into the floor.
“Sweet Lord above…” he groaned.
Aurorin's length continued to fill his gut; slowly, if only to make sure he wasn't torn in half. Lars scrabbled at the ground even more, and squirmed in Aurorin's grasp. He nervously looked back.
“Y-you're bigger'n you look! I dunno if I'll be able to–”
Aurorin jerked his hips inward and Lars cried out as the beast's cock finally struck the critical endpoint deep within him.
“Sorry, what was that? Is that you giving up?”
Lars could hardly speak. He just weakly shook his head.
Aurorin pushed himself further, still creeping painfully slowly forward, filling the tiny man beneath him to his limit. Lars whined pathetically as the outline of Aurorin's cock began filling out his normally thin stomach.
Finally, Aurorin's hips came to rest comfortably against Lars’ body.
“We really are joined at the hip, huh?” Aurorin teased. “Maybe one day I can get deeper. But I'm not trying to break any records today.”
Lars lay there nearly paralyzed. He felt every inch Aurorin's cock throb deep within his body, tight against the muscular walls around it. The slightest shift either of them made sent ripples of sensation through his whole being.
“Finally got you speechless!” Aurorin chirped. “Didn't think it was possible. You're all bark!”
Aurorin slowly pulled his hips back, and Lars cried out again, completely unable to retain his composure. Then, Aurorin pushed back in, slowly beginning to pump himself back and forth against his partner's body.
Lars couldn't form any words. Any sort of comprehensible thought in his head melted away into a slurry that rendered him useless. While he was normally a sharp-witted and cunning man, Aurorin had knocked him down to this.
Aurorin steadily increased his pace, ans Lars felt like his insides were turning to liquid. The sliminess of Aurorin's precum served as a lubricant better than he'd had in the past, his thick cock gliding in and out with ease. It didn't hurt at all.
A deep rumble reverberated from within Aurorin's chest, a humble purring sound gracing the air. Lars didn't even hear it.
Keeping one hand on Lars’ bony hip, Aurorin pinned his head down and braced himself against the floor, moving faster still. He began to pant from the exertion, but he didn't tire in the slightest. The pathetic wriggling man beneath him was more than enough to keep him going.
Lars gasped for breath and fought to find purchase on the floor, but every buck of Aurorin's hips brought a new wave of ecstasy upon him.
Aurorin soon settled into a rhythm, maintaining his speed.
“Y'know, Larry, you really are a good sport about this whole thing.” he said. “If I were you, I'd be a lot more pissed if I woke up just to have some guy fuck me harder than any mortal being can. But you're just taking it without any problems!”
Lars could hardly register anything Aurorin was saying. All he could muster in response was a weak groan.
Aurorin laughed.
“You can take a lot, that's for sure. I didn't think you had it in you.”
Lars once again felt the telltale pressure building in his loins. It was sort of embarrassing how short he lasted.
“I dunno if I'm even gonna be able to pull out! What if we get stuck? That'd certainly be something!”
Saliva had begun pooling beneath Lars’ mouth on the floor. His legs were weak, and his pleasure-addled mind wanted nothing more than for Aurorin to continue plowing him.
Aurorin held onto both of his hips again, still thrusting into his hole without tiring, and he began to hasten his movements once more. Lars moaned curses neither of them could quite understand. Aurorin's girth continued to fill him near bursting, his thrusts growing faster and harder still, until he fully buried his entire massive cock into Lars’ body, forcing as much of himself inside as he could.
Lars cried out once again when he felt Aurorin's seed spill out and flood his insides, until a slight swell rose in his stomach, and he reached his own climax in the same beat.
Aurorin moaned softly, finally coming to rest on his haunches and letting go of Lars’ hips. He sat there to catch his breath again.
“You're fun, Larry! Now I know I've already said that!” he chirped. “You were good! I'll have to remember that!”
Carefully, he pulled himself out of Lars’ hole, his cum dripping out onto the floor in his wake. Lars groaned.
“You…you've really taken it outta me, Rory.”
Aurorin stretched his arms and cracked his neck.
“You said it!” he replied. “Now…how do you wanna go down?”
Lars looked back at him.
“Huh?”
“Headfirst or feetfirst?”
“What in Hell are you talking about?”
Aurorin rolled his eyes.
“I've gotta make all the decisions around here.” he grumbled.
He dropped down onto all fours and lowered his head, and whatever afterglow Lars had from the whole excursion quickly dissipated.
“I-I mean it, Rory, I can't do a fourth round.” he stammered. “Why don't we go'n get somethin’ to eat, or-or go to a park?”
Aurorin just laughed.
“I already am!”
He opened his mouth, and before Lars could process what was happening, slipped his jaws over his feet and scooped them with ease into his warm maw.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” Lars shouted, but Aurorin grabbed his leg before he could get away.
Aurorin's tongue slid over Lars’ legs, teeth grazing his knees, as he was brought in up to his thighs. His throat pressed against Lars’ feet, having already taken in nearly half of his body.
Lars grabbed hold of Aurorin's face as the beast stood up.
“Let go of me!” he hissed, trying his best to force himself back out. Aurorin grabbed him at his sides. He pulled Lars further within, his waist slipping into his mouth. Lars thrashed and wriggled as much as his tired body would let him, but even he knew deep in his soul it was already too late.
He could feel Aurorin's warm as it surrounded him, with each swallow inching him closer to the resting place that beckoned from below.
Despite his resistance, Aurorin pinned his arms to his sides. The impossibly strong muscles of the esophagus worked him further down, until his head and shoulders rested in Aurorin's mouth. Sharp teeth jutted up and down around his vision like stalactites in a horrid fleshy cave, and Lars couldn't help but shudder when Aurorin's tongue ran over his cheek.
Thick rings of powerful throat muscles contracted and worked around every part of Lars’ body, entirely indifferent to the thrashing he still tried to manage. Aurorin's tongue smeared his face in a layer of hot saliva, and with another mighty swallow, Lars was yanked fully inside the snout.
Every atom of his being burned with the visceral need to escape the fate that awaited him, and as he was pulled helplessly downward, he wriggled as much as he could, which wasn't really much at all.
“You motherfucker!” he shouted in frustration and fear. “Let go of me!”
Aurorin just laughed--as best as he could, anyway–then tilted his head back and let gravity slide Lars’ head to the back of his throat. Lars had no choice but to watch his captor's teeth appear to become smaller. Aurorin opened his jaws wide one last time, and Lars caught one final glimpse of the outside world before he was fully drawn into the crushing throat.
His entire body was wrapped in strong muscle, working him ever downward into the belly of the beast.
Lars’ feet pressed against something, that bowed outward under his weight, and he felt a cavernous space open beneath him upon reaching Aurorin's stomach.
Aurorin opened his mouth again, breathing in a deep sigh as his airways were able to fully open again. He snapped his jaws shut, and a huge bulge traveled down his neck, quickly sinking down into his waiting gut. His stomach filled out even more with the weight of his meal, and he sat down heavily on one of the coach seats.
Lars kicked and writhed and squirmed as he was forced into a stomach half his size, the muscular cavity forcing him to curl into himself as he finally came to rest in a pool of bubbling gastric juices. The beating of Aurorin's heart pounded just a few inches away from his head.
Aurorin sighed as he rested his hands on his stomach.
“There. Now I'm taken care of.” he said. “This was nice! We should do it again sometime! If you survive, that is. If not, I'll find someone new! How's that sound?”
“Terrible! Awful! Horrible!” Lars sputtered, still trying his best to escape, though his attempts were growing feeble. “I'm not going to spend the rest of forever in the guts of some…some…thing!”
Aurorin settled further into the seat, resting his head back and closing his eyes.
“Keep telling yourself that, Larry boy.” he purred. “Just try to keep your head above water.”
characters: king, rook
nsfw
special kinks: bondage, overstimulation, degradation, sadism/masochism
length: 2.6k
minors dni
It was dark.
Chains dug into the plating on King’s wrists, holding him just high enough off the ground that he could barely stand flat-footed. Only one light shone overhead. His exposed plating only let the cold air get to him faster, his clothes off somewhere out of sight.
Heavy footsteps. He could see two glowing pinpricks of light, accompanied by the harshness of a power core.
“Hello, King.” Rook’s voice purred. “I am so glad we could finally conduct our business.”
King shuddered at the sound of his speech. As his eyes got used to the darkness beyond his yellow halo, he could see Rook’s massive outline standing before him.
“Rook.” King squeaked. Rook chuckled, putting a finger to King’s lips.
“You do not need to speak.” he said. “You will have all of the time in the world to give me your pathetic mewling. Why waste your breath now?”
Rook slowly began circling him, each of his steps intentional and patient. Calculated. His gaze was almost analytical, looking over every plating seam and joint. Perhaps it was more predatory, as if he were finding his prey’s weaknesses.
King could see Rook's plating crisscrossed by the thick leather straps of the harness he wore. It only accentuated his strong, powerful form, and King found himself short of breath.
Rook completed his circle and stopped in front of King again, reaching forward and putting a hand ever so gently on his cheek.
“You poor little thing.” he cooed. “I cannot wait to watch you fall apart in front of me.”
Before King could answer, Rook stepped away, out of sight. King pulled against his chains, but they held fast. He looked up, but he couldn't see where they ended.
Then, Rook reappeared, this time stepping into the light.
“I want to hear you beg for mercy, King.” he said coolly. He came even closer, and King could only keep his eyes up on his face. “But even so…it will never arrive.”
King could feel Rook’s hands on his stomach, slowly descending as he traced the lines in his plating, until finally, he stopped. King then gasped as Rook slowly slipped a toy into King’s waiting slit before stepping back again.
“Rook, what are you–”
He wasn't allowed to finish his sentence. King gasped again as he felt the toy inside him begin to buzz.
“Now…” Rook said. “How far can I take you?”
King whined, shuddering again. The chains held his weight even as his trembling legs threatened to give out. Rook resumed his circling.
“You were made for my entertainment, King. I must always remind you of that. We cannot afford you forgetting, can we?”
“I-I can't forget, Rook!” King answered, the desperation already creeping into his voice. “You-you won't…you won't let me!”
Rook laughed.
“I know. What do you think all this is for?”
King hadn't caught his breath. How he wanted to be ravaged, completely and utterly obliterated, but Rook was ever methodical and ever calculating. King wasn't going to get what he wanted.
“You are powerless, King. Give up your inhibitions now. It will only save you time.” he said. “Or perhaps not. It is not up to you, is it?”
A moan escaped King’s throat. He looked up at Rook with half-lidded eyes, trying desperately not to lose his composure. His fluids dripped onto the floor below him, drool pooling in his mouth. Rook chuckled.
“I know everything that makes you tick. You will not last very long, will you, King?”
How badly King wanted to prove him wrong. He had a stronger will than that! This had turned into a show of constitution, of just how long King could handle Rook’s tirade.
“You-you’re…you're–fuck, you're dead wrong.” King managed to sputter. “I-I’m not gonna let you win.”
“Always so headstrong, aren't you, King?”
King whimpered in response, the heat between his legs continuing to grow. And Rook hadn't even touched him yet! He involuntarily began to twitch his hips, the toy’s relentless stimulation not letting up.
Rook snorted.
“You are always so willing to get on your knees or open your legs for anybody that is willing to take you.” he said. “This is your punishment for being a little slut.”
The word hissed past Rook’s mouth like venom. It was jarring coming from him. King shuddered once more.
“Who do you belong to, King?”
King drew in a shaky breath, still trying to keep his composure. He looked up at Rook with half-lidded eyes, trying to will his mouth to form words, but another moan left his lips.
“I asked you a question, King. Do not make me ask again.”
King’s entire body had begun to tremble like a lost kitten on the street.
“I-I b-belong to-to you!” he managed to squeak.
Rook narrowed his eyes.
“I cannot understand you when you are blubbering like a toddler.”
King gritted his teeth, squirming in his place against his binds. The toy stuck in his sensitive loins did not let up, and he was certain Rook would ensure it wouldn't in the future.
“Now. Answer me.”
King’s breath came in short gasps. There was growing tension in his nethers as Rook pushed him ever closer to the edge.
“Rook–Rook, please, I-I can't…I c-can't…”
“You cannot what?”
Rook grabbed King's chin, their faces inches apart from each other.
“Your little whore mouth is hardly good for speech, anyway.” he growled, parting King’s jaws with his thumb. “It is such a pity you are hanging where you are. Your punishment keeps me from filling the empty space with my cock.”
King could only imagine it. More than anything he wanted to taste Rook as his mouth was completely overstuffed, to be hardly anything more than an object for his pleasure.
God, he was getting delirious.
“Rook, I-I’m g-gonna–” he stammered. Rook interrupted him.
“Do you really think you are deserving of such a thing?”
King didn't know how long he'd be able to hold himself back. He just whined pathetically in response. Rook let go of his chin, continuing his circle.
“Who do you belong to, King?”
King’s breathing became more ragged. He clenched his hands into fists, tightly enough he was certain he'd break something in his fingers.
“I-I belong to you! I always have!” he managed to splutter. Rook chuckled.
“I knew you were capable.”
King couldn't handle it anymore. His stomach tensed and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head, and he cried out without any regard as to how loud he was as he finally came, more of his fluids dripping down his legs.
The toy didn't stop.
King looked wearily up at him.
“R-Rook, gi-give me a second, I–”
It wasn't the word. Rook stepped off into the darkness again.
“No.”
Suddenly, King felt the vibration of the toy grow more intense, and he gasped roughly again.
This thing had multiple settings?
He writhed against his chains, but they didn't budge.
“I do not think you are truly bearing the weight of your punishment.” Rook mused. “After all, why should we stop here? Someone as constantly, pathetically horny as you must suffer the adequate consequences.”
King watched Rook as he picked something up from a table that was just out of sight. He could hear the rattle of more chains, and suddenly felt a new wave of energy wash over him.
As Rook began his circling again, King saw the chain in question dragging on the floor behind him, the metallic scraping sound filling the room more than the toy.
“I should not have to share my pets with other people.” Rook growled. “Letting you roam free is a generous act of kindness, King. To think you would take advantage of such a thing…it simply makes my blood boil.”
Rook stood behind King, drawing back and suddenly lashing his bare plating with the chain. King cried out when he did, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
God, he looked pathetic. Rook couldn't help but stand there for a moment and take in the scene he’d created; the pathetic beast in front of him, willing to follow his every beck and call, hopelessly powerless in front of him. The tight leather pants he wore had grown considerably tighter.
“Rook…Rook, please…” King struggled.
“Please, what?”
Rook pulled back and gave King another lash, earning yet another meaningless cry.
He circled back around in front of King, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. King nodded in response, as best as he could, anyway, and Rook returned to his place behind him.
“I want to hear you beg, King.” Rook snarled. King squirmed against his binds again, even though he fully knew they still wouldn't give way.
Rook gave him another lash.
King’s mouth hung open as he panted, pleasure and pain blending together in his mind. He couldn't hold back his moaning, long having given up what little composure he had to begin with, only succumbing to Rook’s relentless torture.
“Please, I-I…f-fuck, I…I c-can't…”
Rook just laughed.
“Look at how gorgeous you are, King.” he purred. “Oh, if only I had a mirror. Then you would see just how much of a laughable little bastard you are.”
King braced himself just in time for another lash from the chain. There were tears streaming down his face, but god, he didn't want to stop. The toy in his slit still hummed away, ever resilient in his tender loins. He was already close to another orgasm.
Rook walked another circle around him, and King could see the bulge pressing against the crotch of his pants. He swallowed the spit that had collected in his mouth.
“I treat you so well, King. Unfortunately, you truly did bring this upon yourself.” Rook said. “You cannot even speak to me.”
It was beginning to become too much.
The stings from the lashes only made the stimulation from the toy much stronger, and vice versa. King looked up at Rook's face again, shaking.
“What is it you want, King? Freedom? Absolution from the consequences of your actions?” Rook questioned, idly toying with the chain in his hands. “Mercy? Oh, did I not tell you in the beginning that you would not find it here?”
“Rook, I-I…p-please, I j-just…I just need a m-minute–”
“No. I want to see your undoing, King. How many more times can I make you cum for me? How much longer will it take for you to unravel at the seams?”
“God, fuck!” King shouted. “Please, Rook!”
Rook swung the chain back and forth in front of him, as if to tease him.
“What a thing of beauty you are.” he sneered. “An object only for my use. Is that not true?”
“It-it’s true, R-Rook!”
“Finally. A real answer from you.”
King continued to gasp and pant like an overheated dog, writhing and thrashing against his binds again, until finally, he once again reached his climax.
King's head tilted back as he screamed upward toward the ceiling, another deluge of his fluids dripping from his slit. His body spasmed as he did, his knees threatening to give out beneath him.
He looked up pleasingly at Rook, who folded his arms across his chest.
The toy didn't stop.
“My turn.” Rook said. He walked up to King, reaching up and releasing the binds that held him, only to use his chain to tie King’s wrists together behind him.
“Get on your knees.”
Without question, King dropped to his knees on the floor, bucking his hips around the toy, biting his lip as he did. He looked up at Rook, almost in a sort of daze, watching him as he stepped back.
Rook ran his thumb along the waistband of his own pants, unclasping the leather belt that held them up. He let them fall slightly, his cock finally freed from its hiding place beneath the tight material.
King swallowed more saliva as he watched.
“You truly are a perfect pet, King.” Rook purred, using one of his hands to gently pump his length. “You have a chance to redeem yourself.”
King couldn't take his eyes off of Rook, but he didn't necessarily want to. He was tired, he was weary, but despite it, the massive, impossibly perfect man before him gave him whatever little strength he still had. The impressive member before him was dripping pre, just waiting to be plunged into whatever hole Rook chose for it.
“Open your mouth.”
There it was.
King parted his jaws, and Rook wasted no time pushing the tip of his cock inside. King's desperate mouth took as much of it as he could possibly muster, and then a bit more, saliva running down his chin. Rook slowly started moving himself in and out, putting a hand on the back of King's head.
The toy inside King still tirelessly buzzed away. He whined around Rook’s cock, but got no meaningful answer.
“You continue to impress me with the way you can take so much. Perhaps you are learning from your punishment, after all.”
Rook increased his pace, his package slamming into King's chin each time he moved his girth inside. He ran his fingers through King's hair, electing to hold onto his horn as they went.
King felt each time Rook's cock struck the back of his throat. The relentless pounding continued on and on, with King desperately moving his own hips back and forth with the toy still inside his fleshy interior.
He was already close again, and beyond that, he didn't know if he could handle another. Rook moaned softly, and King couldn't help but feel another burst of energy at the sound. King was made only to serve Rook, wasn't he?
Rook’s thrusts grew more intense. His pleasured moaning soon turned into primal grunts, his teeth clenched in anticipation as he finally got the stimulation he so deserved. The heat in King's loins once again grew. Now it was a race between the two of them to see who would cum first.
Then, finally, Rook pushed his cock as far inside King’s mouth as it would go, roaring as his massive load of hot seed shot its way down King’s throat. He gave a few more heavy thrusts, until he sat there at rest for a moment.
King whined and squirmed. His mind begun to cloud as he made it to the edge once more, his entire body shaking as a third orgasm overtook him, making a further mess of the floor below him.
Rook chuckled as he pulled himself out, a strand of cum mixed with saliva connecting his cock to King's lips.
Finally, Rook turned the toy off.
King groaned.
Rook gently knelt down in front of him, stuffing himself back into his pants.
“Are you alright?”
King fought to catch his breath, shakily nodding. Rook reached around and untied the chains from around King's wrists, then gently took him up into his arms and stood up. He wiped King's face with his thumb.
“Jeez…” King breathed. Rook chuckled as he carefully set him down in a chair, finding their bathrobes where they hung on the wall and handing King’s to him.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
King rested his head back on the chair after pulling his robe on, giving Rook a tired thumbs up in response.
“I need water.” he mumbled. “And food.”
“Of course.” Rook replied, tying the belt on his own robe. He knelt down next to King's chair, and they both leaned into a nice, tender kiss. “I will be back in a moment.”
He stood up and started heading for the door, stopping when King spoke.
“Rook?”
“Yes?”
“I…I love you.”
Rook’s face was soft in a way it was only when he looked at King.
“I love you too.”
characters: makoa
sfw
special kinks: soft vore, implied digestion
length: 1.1k
minors dni
Makoa was just about as feared as Tamatoa was when it came to unfortunate casino patrons. It was widely known among the regular gamblers that cheaters never prospered, and instead were subject to whatever beck and whim Tamatoa and Makoa had.
This time was no exception.
A man, who was dressed in rather nice clothing, stood in front of Makoa, almost a sort of confusion in his face. He hadn't learned to be afraid yet, Makoa mused. It would only make the whole endeavor that much better.
“What's your name?” Makoa asked, folding his arms across his chest. The two of them stood alone in one of the dark back rooms of the casino, the muffled sound of the gambling floor still permeating the walls. The scent of cigarette smoke wasn't so offensive, either.
“My friends call me Palm.” the man answered. “It's…a long story.”
Makoa raised an eyebrow, looking Palm over with his good eye.
“Well, Palm.” he said. “Do you know why you are here?”
“I have a feeling you're going to tell me.”
“We have a set of rules here, friend.” Makoa began. “They are few and far between, of course. We do not like to limit the imaginations of our attendees, as I am sure you are aware. But our fine establishment has no tolerance for…cheating.”
Palm swallowed hard.
“W-well, most casinos don't.”
Makoa watched the man squirm under his gaze. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth.
“We give our patrons so much. Drinks. Food. Entertainment. And yet…I am disappointed when people ask for more. Of course, you can have as much food or sex as you want. But trying to cheat us out of our money, well, that isn't very fair, now, is it?” Makoa stepped toward Palm, his massive frame towering over him. “But unfortunately, we have such patrons come in from time to time. On the bright side, we do have ways of…taking care of these people."
“Y-yeah?” Palm asked, stepping backward away from him. “I-I’d imagine. This place has been around for ages.”
Palm soon reached the wall, unable to back away anymore. Makoa stopped inches away from him.
His stomach growled.
“How much money did you think you could swindle from us, Palm?” Makoa asked. “Did you truly think you would get away with it? I mean, come on. Tampering with the slot machine? You couldn't possibly have thought that would have worked.”
Palm’s mouth was dry. He didn't know what else to say.
Makoa sighed.
“Oh, well. Your actions have consequences, friend. Surely you knew trying to cheat us was wrong. Nobody that's tried hasn't gotten caught.” He took a step back and untucked his shirt, beginning to unbutton it.
“Y-you’re not gonna–”
“Fuck you? No. I considered it, but…it would be a waste of time. I just don't want my favorite shirt to be ruined.” Makoa answered. Palm heard Makoa's soft, fuzzy stomach growl again. “All this talk’s just worked up my appetite.”
“What?”
Makoa laughed.
“Cheaters never prosper.”
Before Palm could try dashing away, Makoa pinned him against the wall with his strong arms, his claws almost digging into the other man’s shoulders.
“Let go of me!” Palm protested. Makoa just laughed.
“Come now. We can move past this soon enough.”
Makoa's jaws parted, and Palm could see his huge mouth lined with sharp teeth, glittering with saliva in the dim light. His hot, humid breath hit Palm’s face, prompting him to try squirming away. Makoa leaned forward and ran his wide, slimy tongue over Palm’s skin, tasting the tender human skin the poor man had.
Makoa chuckled.
“You human-types are always so delicious.”
Before Palm could try screaming for help, Makoa pushed his head into his mouth, his tongue once again exploring his face. Slowly, Makoa opened his jaws further and pushed Palm's head toward the back of his throat, the heat from inside his body almost too much to bear. His impatient stomach growled again. He was going to enjoy this.
Makoa's grip on Palm didn't waver. Palm’s head finally reached Makoa's throat, which was slick with saliva and compressed him from all sides. Makoa's tongue ran over Palm's neck and shoulders, and he groaned with the sensation of Palm’s continued struggling.
Makoa's throat bulged outward with the mass he was taking in, and he gave a mighty swallow as Palm’s chest began entering his body. Palm tried to scream, but was muffled by Makoa's body. All that showed of his head from the outside was a vague shape beneath Makoa's skin.
Makoa lifted Palm off the ground, swallowing once more as he pushed more of the man deeper inside. The powerful muscles of the esophagus were hard at work drawing Palm closer toward his impending doom, and soon enough, his head reached Makoa's hungry, empty stomach.
Makoa had Palm in up to his stomach, his arms pinned to his sides by the walls of Makoa's nigh invincible throat. Palm kicked his legs, still not giving up the fight, but Makoa just took it in stride. This wasn't the first meal of its kind, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
Palm’s head and shoulders began to fill Makoa's stomach, the bulge in his throat beginning to give way to a paunch in his stomach. Makoa tilted his head back, reaching Palm’s waist, until only his futile kicking legs remained outside.
Makoa's flesh pressed down on him from all sides, hot and slimy, with hardly enough room to even wiggle around. Each time he moved and tried to thrash about, it only aided his descent into Makoa's stomach.
Makoa finally let go of him and swallowed again, drawing his legs into his throat, holding his stomach with his hands. Then, finally, Palm fully disappeared inside Makoa's gullet, and the outside world was no more.
Makoa closed his mouth and took a breath, feeling Palm continue his struggling all the way down, trying to fight against the powerful muscle inside Makoa's body, until he finally came to relative rest curled up in the dragon’s distended stomach.
Makoa laughed, running a hand over the soft fur on his belly.
“I haven't been able to get a good meal in a long time.” he said. “Tamatoa usually snaps all of you up before I get a chance.”
Makoa then walked over to the pile of cushions he and Tamatoa normally shared, opting to wait until the massive beast returned from the casino floor.
He watched the rippling of the struggling man in his stomach, resting his head back and sighing contentedly. The man would be nothing but liquid soon enough.
Cheaters never prosper.
characters: rook, king
nsfw
special kinks: none
length: 3k
minors dni
For once, Rook got to sleep in.
When he awoke, it was about four hours after he normally got out of bed. The clock on his nightstand read 10:30AM.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed before getting dressed and wandering out into the workroom. Weaver and Queen were there getting a mission briefing, or getting ready for repair, or something. He couldn't hear what Bishop was telling them.
“There you are, lazybones.” Queen remarked, looking at him. “King’s been waiting for you to wake up. You both got the day off.”
Rook raised an eyebrow.
“We did?”
Something was different about today, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Why had they let him sleep so late? Where was King?
Weaver chuckled.
“Happy birthday, Rook. How old are you turning? Thirty-six?”
Rook blinked.
It was his birthday?
“Oh. I…I suppose I am.” he said. “Thank you.”
How could he forget something like that? Well, he supposed it didn't matter. He knew now.
“Where is King?” he asked.
“In the lounge, I think.” Queen replied. “You wanted to spend the day with him.”
“Oh. I…vaguely recall him asking.” Rook said. “Thank you.”
He left the three of them behind, walking back down the hall toward the lounge. At the very least, he wasn't at home with his parents. King was a far better alternative to having to behave in front of however many guests they invited.
When Rook made it to the lounge, he saw King fiddling with something on one of the tables.
“King?”
King jumped, looking over at him.
“Rook! You're up!”
“You wanted to see me?”
“Well, yeah! It's your birthday, y’know, and I wanted to celebrate with you.” King answered. “I got you something. Two somethings.”
Rook’s interest was piqued. He stepped into the room, standing next to the couch with his hands clasped behind his back. King held up a decently-wrapped present.
“Here. My mom helped out with it.”
Rook took the present from King's hands and carefully unwrapped it, opening the box beneath the paper. Inside was a green stuffed bird, carefully stitched, and perfectly soft. For some reason, it had two heads. It was strange. Rook set the empty box aside.
“How did you know I love birds?”
“One time you talked about how you had this little stuffed animal when you were a kid. Reese, right? Well, I figured you'd like this guy. My mom helped sew him all together.”
“I love him.” Rook replied. “Thank you. Tell your mother I said the same.”
“Will do.” King said. “One last thing.”
Rook sat down on the couch as King disappeared somewhere to get the second part of his little display. He looked the bird over, marveling at its strangeness. It was rather cute, really. King was quite considerate.
He looked up when King returned, watching him set a plate on one of the tables. On top of it was a cake, with thick chocolate frosting and sprinkles here and there. Rook stood up again and joined him at the table.
“I baked it this morning.” King said. “Chocolate cake and chocolate frosting, right?”
Rook’s mouth watered as he watched King start slicing it.
“I did not know you could bake.”
“It's just boxed mix. Hard to screw that up.”
“Boxed mix?”
“Yeah. You get this powder and throw some other stuff in it. Put it in the oven and cake happens.”
“...Interesting.”
King set a plate in front of Rook with a large slice, then handed him a fork.
“Go on. I wanna know how it is.”
Rook carefully picked up the fork, which was too small for his hands, and cut himself a bite of his cake.
As soon as he tasted it, he was certain Heaven was real, and that King was some kind of angel.
“This is…the best I’ve ever tasted.”
“Really? It's just from a box. I figured you'd have had something a lot fancier in your lifetime, being filthy rich and all.”
Rook kept eating. He didn't seem to care much about his etiquette.
“You made it. For me.” he said. “It makes it all the better.”
King would have blushed if he only could.
“Well, y’know…you're too sweet.”
Rook stood up, picking up his plate and tucking the bird under his arm.
“I am going to put my bird in my room. Come along, and bring the cake.” he said. He and King went back down the hallway and back to Rook’s quarters, where he closed the door behind them.
King set the cake down on one of the counters on the kitchenette side.
Rook already began cutting himself another slice.
“December 6th, huh? That makes you, what…a Sagittarius?”
“I believe so.”
“I ask as if I know anything about astrology. Queen and I used to read the horoscopes in the paper.” King sat down on Rook’s bed. “I’m…glad you like your stuff. Probably isn't anything close to what your folks can do, but…”
“Nonsense.” Rook answered. “You put a lot of heart into what you did. I would not want it any other way.”
“You think so?”
“Of course. Your earnestness and genuine care does not go unnoticed.”
King didn't know what to make of it. He’d never been treated so well by a partner before. Some nagging demon in the back of his mind told him it was all a ruse to get free cake out of him, but that didn't make any sense. Why would someone even do that? Squeezing free cake out of someone like that seemed to be way too much effort for such a task.
King decided not to dwell on it. Somehow, the stars aligned enough for Rook to love him, and that was more than enough.
As he watched Rook eat the rest of his cake with very little regard for how they looked in front of each other, he knew this was exactly where he wanted to be, and who he wanted to be with.
Rook wiped his mouth and set the dirty dishes in the sink, resolving to worry about them later. He then sunk into place next to King on the bed.
“I have never had anything more perfect.” he said. “It has been…a long time since I have had such a wonderful day.”
“Really?”
“So much of our time is spent working. But today, I can be alongside you.”
King and Rook looked at each other, silence filling the space between them. There was a sort of tension in the air that crackled like electricity, buzzing like an impending lightning strike.
“You, uh…have some cake on your face.”
“Do I? I must have–”
Before Rook could finish his sentence and wipe his face again, King wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Rook was surprised at first, but eventually melted into King's embrace, putting his arms around him in return.
They broke away after a second.
“I…thought I’d help you get it off.” King said with a sheepish grin. Rook reached up and put a hand on King's cheek.
“I believe you may have missed a spot.”
The two of them came together again, this time much more intensely than before. Their tongues slipped around each other, each ensuring they had as much of the other’s taste as possible.
Rook pulled King closer, his hand resting on his thigh. He ran his fingers through King's hair with the other hand, while King kept hold of Rook’s neck and shoulders. Neither of them wanted to separate from the other.
Then, slowly, Rook’s hand moved from King's thigh toward the waistband of his pants, slipping down toward his sensitive nethers. King grabbed onto Rook's arm, suddenly breaking away from the kiss and gasping when Rook pushed two of his fingers inside.
“Rook…” he groaned. Rook chuckled.
“I think my favorite birthday gift may be sitting in front of me.” he purred. He leaned in and kissed King’s jawline, deftly working King’s moist slit with his hand. King tilted his head back and moaned softly, Rook moving his kisses down his exposed neck.
King squirmed in Rook’s grasp, instinctively rocking his hips back and forth. His grasp on Rook’s arm tightened and his breathing quickened, and he chewed on the inside of his cheek as his arousal grew.
With his other hand, Rook began to unclasp King's coat, sliding it down his shoulders and then onto the floor. King looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, the two of them pressing together in another kiss.
Rook sped up the movement of his hand, finding silent amusement in the noises King made.
“You are always so sensitive.” he said softly, running his hand through King's hair again. “You simply cannot get enough, can you?”
King could hardly answer, only panting and whining in response. Rook chuckled.
“Perfect little thing. I always have you at my command. You would do anything I say if it meant fulfilling your desperate desires.”
King's breath came in ragged gasps. He could hardly hear any of Rook's words, only focused on the bliss that had filled his brain.
Then, Rook pulled him into another kiss. This time, the both of them sunk down onto the bed, with King laying beneath Rook. He grasped at the sheets and squirmed some more.
Rook leaned down and kissed his neck, forming a trail down his chest, stopping for a moment at his stomach. He looked up at King.
“Rook, I…” King struggled. “I-I’m…”
Without a word, Rook pulled his fingers away, then grabbed hold of the waistline of King's pants with his teeth. King desperately helped him pull them the rest of the way off, finally exposing his entire body. Rook kissed King's stomach again, resuming his path downward, past his waist and hips, until he finally reached King’s desperate slit.
Then, he began to lap at King with his tongue, burying his face between his legs. King moaned and fell back onto the bed, his fingers pawing at the sheets beneath him.
Rook held onto King's thighs, his lips and tongue exploring every inch they could reach. King's taste was just about as good as the chocolate cake he’d made just a few hours prior. Rook’s tongue ran over King's clit, and King arched his back and cried out toward the ceiling.
It really was too easy. How Rook adored watching him squirm. He could make King do whatever he wanted. Make this sound that sound, whatever. Perfection.
Rook kept at it, listening to every moment King babbled incomprehensible mewling, every single sound he made, every single breath he took.
“Rook, I-I’m gonna…I’m…” King stammered through his panting. Before he could get another word out, King cried and his thighs shook as his climax washed over him, coating Rook’s mouth with his juices. He lay there, trying to catch his breath, as Rook sat up and licked his lips, wiping his mouth.
“Do not get comfortable, King.” he said, standing up from the bed. “I am not finished with you.”
King blinked, looking at him, his mind still swimming in the wake of his orgasm. He propped himself up on his elbows as Rook slowly began to unclasp and unbutton his coat, as if he were giving King a show.
King's eyes couldn't help but travel downward to where Rook’s pants were bulging outward as his erection grew, and already his mouth watered with anticipation.
Rook’s coat and undershirt fell to the floor, and King's eyes darted back up to his shining, exposed chestplate. They didn't spare any expense with him, that was for sure. Even just the sight of Rook's strong, toned, massive body was enough to get King all worked up again.
Finally, Rook hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his pants and eased them down, his cock hardened and already leaking pre in anticipation. King almost found himself breathless. It really never got old.
Rook climbed back up onto the bed.
“Get on your hands and knees.” he instructed. The commanding tone in his voice led King to not even think twice. He sat up and shifted his position, until he was at face level with Rook’s ever impressive member.
“I have trained you well, King. You already know what to do.” Rook said, putting a hand on King's cheek.
“I-I’ll do anything you want.” King said quickly. Rook chuckled.
“I know you will.”
He moved his thumb and used it to ease King’s mouth open, and for a moment he marveled at his partner's maw. King was always so willing to serve him, as if he truly was made for it.
Rook eased his cock into King's mouth, his considerable length forcing him to part his jaws even further. King fought back a gag as the tip of Rook’s cock hit the back of his throat, and he adjusted himself to better accommodate him.
“I am impressed.” Rook said. “You have certainly improved.”
He put a hand on the back of King's head and slowly began moving himself in and out, letting out a sigh as he did.
King fought back more gagging, trying to take as much of Rook in as he could. Rook quickened his pace and dug his fingers into King's hair as he pushed his head into his thrusts. The taste of Rook's pre coated his mouth and ran together with his saliva as it dripped down his face and off his chin.
“Look at you.” Rook purred. “Always a perfect pet. You would do anything I tell you. Is that right? In fact, you have already told me.”
King's tongue ran down the bottom of Rook's shaft each time it passed his lips. All he really wanted was to please the man before him, his throbbing cock battering the back of his throat.
Rook started to quicken his pace further. King had no choice but to take it in stride, low growls beginning to rise up from his partner's chest. King's anticipation grew.
All of the carefulness of Rook's movements was beginning to fade away. He forced King’s head toward his body, over and over again, his breathing rough and heavy. He couldn't form any words, drawing closer and closer to his own climax, the softness and warmth of King's mouth and throat almost driving him to the brink of insanity.
King whined around the girth in his mouth. Rook tilted his head back toward the ceiling, a low groan escaping him.
He couldn't take any more.
Finally, he shoved himself fully into King's mouth, moaning as a huge load of his hot seed flooded down King's throat.
King tried to swallow as much of it as he could, but soon couldn't handle any more, the rest backing up and running down his face. Rook sighed and looked down at him, panting.
“You never cease to impress, King.” he breathed. He pulled himself out of King's mouth.
King wiped his face with his arm. There was a slight swell in the flexible plating in his abdomen.
“W-well, y’know…I do my best.” he said nervously. Rook leaned in and gave him another kiss.
“It does not go unnoticed.” Rook kissed him once more, this time guiding him back onto his back, planting an arm on either side of him on the bed. “I am not finished repaying you for the cake, you know.”
King's breath hitched in his throat.
“You-you don't owe me anything, you know.”
Rook chuckled.
“Please. I want nothing less.”
King looked down at Rook's cock and bit his lip.
Rook guided himself up to King's sensitive, desperate entrance, then wasted no more time pushing himself inside.
King immediately let out a moan, gasping for breath as Rook started bucking his hips again.
“I was thinking…” Rook said. “Perhaps we can go to dinner later.”
King could barely answer.
“Y-you're just g-gonna…” he began. “God, fuck!”
Rook laughed. He kept moving his hips in time, despite King's squirming.
“You're gonna just-just ask me to-to dinner as…as you're fucking my b-brains out?” King asked.
“Yes.”
King groaned as Rook still pounded into him without regard for how comprehensible his speech would be. King was losing himself in ecstasy as Rook’s cock battered his slick hole.
Rook grabbed hold of King's wrists and pinned them on the bed above his head, holding him in place with the other hand.
“You have not answered the question.”
King tried opening his mouth to speak, but he couldn't get any words out. Rook laughed again.
He pressed his body into King's, further pinning him to the bed. His thrusting grew faster, each of their minds clouding with pleasure. Rook’s pace quickened, his and King's juices running together and soaking into the bed.
King's breathing was heavy and he could already feel himself approaching the edge once more. Rook buried his face in King's neck, an animalistic snarl escaping his throat.
“You belong to me, King.” he growled. “I believe you may have already known that.”
King cried out again as Rook finally thrusted into him with as much power as he could muster.
He was breathless. His stimulation was reaching its peak, and he could hardly focus on anything but the man above him.
Rook grabbed onto King's hips and buried himself fully inside him, another load of his cum flooding King’s abdomen. At just about the same time, King’s back arched as he finally made it to his climax, the two of them finally coming to rest together, completely out of breath.
They stayed there for a while, until Rook finally pulled himself out and laid beside King.
King stared up at the ceiling, blinking away the cloudiness in his brain.
Rook traced one of the lines in his plating with his thumb.
“So, King,” he said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Will you join me for dinner?”
“You bastard.” King replied. “Of course I will.”
characters: crimson, nevermore
nsfw
special kinks: none
minors dni
"You're brave as Hell for this, kid. Aren't you worried I'm going to break you?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake! Just do it already!"
Crimson gripped at the sheets beneath him as Nevermore hovered above him on his knees on the bed. He had been anticipating this for a very, very long time, and now his waiting was going to pay off.
Nevermore put his hands on the insides of Crimson's thighs, gently rubbing against his clit with one of his thumbs. He found himself curious as to what this new body of his could do. Crimson let out a soft moan and squirmed slightly, whispering curses under his breath. Nevermore lifted himself up and braced himself on the bed, pushing his considerable length into Crimson's slit, already beginning to buck his hips back and forth. Crimson, sensitive as he was, already writhed and arched his back on the bed, crying out the deeper Nevermore went.
Gone were all of Nevermore's thoughts of being too old for any of this. He couldn't imagine the joint pain he'd have had to deal with if he was still flesh and bone.
He kept pounding into Crimson's slit, their juices intermingling and soaking the bedspread beneath them. Crimson whined and gasped, hardly able to think about anything else. It had been far too long since he'd had an actual partner. This was exhilarating.
Nevermore kept his pace, surprised at his own newfound energy. Crimson's panting grew more frequent, and he struggled to form words the closer the both of them got to their climaxes.
Nevermore then quickened his thrusts, a low groan emitting from his speech synthesizer, until finally, he fully buried himself inside Crimson and came, his warm cum filling whatever space was left. Crimson cried out again, his legs trembling, as he reached his own climax.
The two of them stayed there for a moment, catching their breaths, until Crimson spoke.
"Holy fuck."
