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NSFW. I’d write a description but there’s really no plot to this story, it’s just an excuse to write about two gay snake knights fucking. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
The story is for and characters belong to @thebeeknight
Sun rays rain down upon the land, their light filtered through and turned green by the giant leaves of the jungle canopy. The light comes down to the damp dirt of the jungle floor to illuminate a path between the trees. The trunks are wet and dripping from the night’s rain, leaving them with a shine that glistens to make the vegetation have a plastic look to it. The mud is still slick and squelches when stepped on, or slithered upon as a snake is doing. Orange and white scales slide along the dirt, fallen leaves, and over giant roots as the monstrous knight goes on his way without a care. There’s a sway in his slither as he ducks under a few branches, all the while humming to himself; he doesn’t seem to notice that his humming is the only sound to be made in this part of the forest.
The ball python slows down as comes upon a break in the jungle, the trees, not parted by a river, but by a fire from years back. Vegetation has taken root in the ashes and buried most of what was burnt, leaving only traces of grey ashes are strewed among the greenery. Bright red flowers are scattered among the break, all of them thriving as there are no trees to block the sun and rain. The shape of them is like that of a cup and filled with rainwater, albeit that it’s red tinted water from the flower’s pollen. The ball python stays just within the edge of the forest, hidden from sight, as he gives the flowers a curious look. Geroldin pulls his tail in on himself to curl around his body as he half hides behind a tree, keeping his head out so he can see what’s to come.
It’s not long before the knight gets what he came for as he spots movement coming toward him from down the break. It’s another snake monster, just like Geroldin, albeit much darker as this one is completely black and significantly larger than the python. Slinking behind the cover of the tree, Geroldin watches the other snake make his way through the break until the black mamba is in the center of the flowers. Doing his best to not make a sound, the python lowers himself and waits for an opportunity to present itself as his tongue flicks out in anticipation. In the meantime, he looks over the mamba, taking in the deep black of his armor and scales, yet how they still shine in the sunlight. His armor is hard to make out aside from his helmet, a jagged grin with too many eye holes above, all bound together to form his wicked face while giving the look of him letting out a sadistic laugh. Behind his head trails a short black veil that catches the wind when he moves.
The helmet splits apart as the snake opens his mouth into four separate mandibles along with showing his black flesh inside. They twitch as the snake approaches one of the flowers and, instead of using the sword sheathed on his waist, cuts it off at the stem. He lifts the delicate flower, tilts his head back and drinks the tinted water held captive by the petals; the red water nearly looks like there’s blood in it as it disappears down his gullet. He doesn’t seem to care when he spills some onto his chest, just as he doesn’t seem notice Gerodlin who’s slinking up to him from behind. A smile on the python has his helmet open up, he has to put a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. He’s only a few feet away from the mamba when the other snake lowers his drink. “I don’t appreciate it when people try sneaking up on me, creamsicle.”
Geroldin stops in mid-slither as he freezes up. As the black mamba twists around to face him, both their mouths close up to resemble helmets again. “How’d you know it was me?” He whines.
The dark snake snickers as he tosses the flower away. “We snakes make a unique sound when moving, but your is faint due to how small you are.” Pulling his tail in, Askell crosses his arms. “That, and you’re the only person I know that giggles when they’re sneaking. I guess that’s to be expected of someone nicknamed Silly String.”
Snapping his fingers, the ball python slumps in defeat. “Dagnabbit,” Planting his hands on his hips, he shakes his head. “I really want to get a surprise attack on you.” He gives a heavy sigh and keeps shaking his head. After a few more seconds, he peers at Askell and sniffs. “Are you not going to ask why?”
He shrugs. “No, I don’t particularly care.”
Silly String freezes up again before crying out. “That’s so rude!”
“I mean, it’s true...”
“Doesn’t mean it’s not rude!” With a huff, Geroldin turns away from the mamba. “I’m not sure if I even want to wrestle with you anymore.”
A moment passes before Askell rubs his temple. “Silly, why are you here?” Geroldin lifts a finger to speak, but the mamba carries on. “No, I don’t mean about your wrestling. I’m mean why are you here, with me of all people, when I’m an infamous warrior known for killing other snakes? You do know that black mambas eat other snakes, right? Don’t you have a sense of self-preservation?”
Pulling his hand back to him, the python sniffs and tilts his head. “I know you get in lots of fights, but I never heard of you killing anyone.”
“Erm,” Askell slaps his tail against the ashes and finds himself looking away from Silly as he’s suddenly interested in his sword hilt. “They keep running away…”
Watching the mamba pick his weapon, Geroldin slithers up to him as a smile breaks over his face. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s it.” Sliding up close to Askell, he tilts his head to the side again. “I bet it has nothing to do with you.”
The mamba snaps his head up. In a mere half second, he moves to put himself an inch away from the python as he looms over the smaller snake. “Are you trying to say I can’t fight? Or that I’m scared to?”
“Hey,” Putting his arms up in mock defeat, the python starts laughing. “You’re the one who’s afraid to wrestle me, and I’m the smallest snake around.” Poking a finger in Askell’s chest, he pushes him back. “What does that say about you?”
One second, Geroldin is in the middle of sticking his tongue out at Askell. In the next, the python is pinned on his back as the mamba hisses at him with bared fangs. He cuts himself short, and his helmet comes back together with a click. “You were aggravating me to trick me into wrestling.”
“Whaaat?” The orange snake’s face splits into a smile as he plays pretend. “I’d never try something like that.” Head cocked to the side, he shrugs. “But if you want, I’m here for it.”
Askell doesn’t have a smile as he leans forward. His face is mere inches from Geroldin, making the creamsicle squirm as he begins to worry that he pushed too far. “Fine,” His words come out bitter but are quick to turn cruel. “I’ll indulge you.” Pressing in, a wide tipped tongue flickers at Geroldin’s face. “I like playing with my food.”
“You wouldn’t eat me.”
The mamba only chuckles as he gets up. “You can certainly tell yourself that. Now,” Waving a hand through the air and pulling his weapon off his hip to toss it away, he pushes his tail behind him as he faces Silly. “Come at me.”
“Have at thee, knave!” Geroldin shouts as he tries flipping himself upright. He manages to raise himself and lunges for the mamba with a tackle in mind.
The said snake shifts to the side and ideally watches as the creamsicle goes sailing past. “Do you even know what that phrase means?”
The orange reptile only rights himself before throwing his entire body at his so-called enemy. “Fight me!”
“Huh,” Askell puts his arms out and catches Geroldin, snatching him out of the air. He’s quick to shift the weight so that he leads Silly to go over his head before tossing the snake behind him. “I’m not sure if you were answering my question or just shouting a battle cry.”
“Aha!” He shouts as he his tail wraps around Askell’s waist, giving Geroldin something to latch on to. He pulls himself to the mamba and actually manages to push hard enough to put the black knight on his back. Arms holding down Askell’s shoulders to pin him still, he huffs. “Are you going easy on me?”
“Perhaps.”
“If you are, which I’m pretty sure you are, then you should stop.” Pointing a finger at the mamba, he tries hard to sound serious. “Listen here, you jack-o-lantern lookin guy, I wanted a tussle, not a lazy slap fight.”
Askell leans his head against the ground and coos to the other snake. “Careful what you wish for, you might just get it.”
Silly String only sighs, relaxing his grip in doing so. “You always talk but you never-” He stops and looks down to see Askell had managed to fully wrap his tail around his own orange tail while he was distracted from talking. “Oh.”
Geroldin lets out a short yell as he gets swept off the ground only to be slammed on his back hard enough to knock the air out of him. As he catches his breath, Askell takes his time with laying his chest atop the creamsicle. “That was pretty damn easy. “Silly, are you going easy on me?” Bapping the small snake on his helm, the mamba rubs salt into the wounds his mocking tone left. He waits for the python to respond, perplexed when Geroldin squirms underneath him without a word. He presses his weight on the snake and chuckles. “Don’t tell me you’re giving up so easily.”
“I’m not!” Pushing his hand against the Mamba’s helm, he tries pulling the black snake off him and fails. As a result, he pouts, squirming in vain to free himself from the mamba. “It was just a blow to my pride.”
“You have pride?”
“Not much, but just enough for it to be hurt.” As Askell starts to laugh, Geroldin presses his palm into the big snake’s face and forces him off. The two manage to flip up and face off again; the python mumbling his plans of attack while the mamba runs his tongue along his jaws. Something takes over Geroldin and he goes stiff for a second before jutting a finger out. “Hey, don’t do that, no sexy tactics!”
Straightening himself, the mamba cocks his head. “I didn’t think something that small would get you excited. But if it does…” Taking all the time in the world, Askell slithers closer to the python, making his approach clear as if challenging Geroldin to stop him. Geroldin may have meant to do something, but he finds himself freezing up when the mamba’s helmet splits apart into four mandibles as he shows his mouth to the creamsicle. “I just this to say.” Sliding up, he sets a hand against the python’s chest and leans in. His tongue lulls out, dragging it along the soft spot of Geroldin’s neck, only stopping and pulling his tongue back in when his head is beside the python’s. Gently, he whispers. “You should really pay attention to the fight.”
Geroldin is brought out of his dreamy state by the obscurity of the sentence. “What?” That’s all he gets to say before something wraps around his chest and squeezes, forcing the air out of him until he starts to wheeze. A quick look and he sees the black coils of Askell’s tail making its way up his humanoid half. The grip lessens as the owner of the tail grabs hold of Geroldin’s cheek and softly pats it. The trapped sneak looks away, being sure to add some venom to his voice. “You can’t even beat me without tricks.”
The hand moves under Geroldin’s chin to tilt his head up and Askell coos. “No need to be so sour, you’re far too sweet for that.” Inspecting the python, he cocks his head to the side. A gentle hum comes from him as he traces his claws along the shiny silver of Geroldin’s helm. “It just occurred to me that you’ve never before asked to rough house with me. So tell me, Silly: are you trying new things or is there an alternative motive in this?”
“I’m not really hiding the fact that I’m trying to fuck.” That manages to stop Askell dead in his tracks. The two stare at each for a long while until Geroldin tilts his head, the only thing he can really move at the moment, forward. “Were you expecting something else?”
The mamba puts a hand over his mouth, massaging his jaw to work the stress out. “I expected you to at least try and save face.” A light chuckle comes out of him as he slides himself against Geroldin, his coils loosening so that he can slip his hand within. “But at least that means you won’t mind if we just skip to the good part.”
The python practically squeaks when sharp fingers hone in on his slit, pressing against his entrance hard enough to feel his twin erections hidden inside. Askell’s skilled fingers are quick to find their mark, his sharp tips slipping only just inside of Geroldin. He slides in a little farther and spreads his fingers, splitting the snake apart until he feels something prob his finger. Pulling his hand away, the mamba lets his real mouth show, breaking his helmet apart and letting his tongue hang out. Twirling his fingers in slow circles and keeping them stretched, the mamba slowly begins to let Geroldin out of his coils and sets both of them on the ashy jungle floor.
Laid out on his back, the creamsicle watches in confusion as Askell starts lowering himself until his head is level with the orange snake’s crotch. Tensing up from deft finger rubbing to make him excited, Geroldin gently calls out. “Hey, are you sure you don’t want me doing that?” A black tipped tail gently wraps itself around Geroldin’s helmet, effectively silencing him and any protests he may have given.
Nestling himself to lay on top of the python’s tail, Askell hardly hides his enjoyment as he makes himself comfy and plays with his prey’s cloaca, coaxing out the delicious little things hidden inside. The black snake grins as Geroldin’s twin cocks come out into the open air. Leaning in, Askell splits his mouth open, his hot breathing washing over the python’s members and causing him to shiver. Clawed, sharp fingers grab hold of both dicks and presses them together as Askell slowly jerks Geroldin off. His eyes are on the python, watching every shudder and gasp he makes from under the mamba’s merciless grasp. “You’re not used to getting attention, are you?” Geroldin only shakes his head no; this brings Askell to make a twisted smile. “Then you’ll love this.” His words put the python on high alert, but it’s far too late for Geroldin to do anything as Askell yawns wide and takes both of the smaller snake’s members into his mouth. Nothing bothering to watch for Geroldin’s reaction anymore, he closes his eyes and pours himself into the blowjob he’s giving. His wide forked tongue wraps around the entirety of the cocks, slathering them slick with saliva and making it easier for him to take their whole length into his maw. He’s slow with it, deliberately so as he knows the speed is grueling for the other snake, the one who’d much rather that they go as fast as they can. A short gasp comes out of the python as Askell shifts his tongue between the two members, licking over every inch of them in slow, steady strokes that cause the cocks to throb from all the attention. His tongue unfurls and flicks at the between the base of the shafts, just licking at the sensitive flesh deeper in. Geroldin tenses up at this, and that’s all the motivation Askell needs to press on. Grabbing him by the hips, he spreads the python open and pushes his face into the snake’s already slick crotch, allowing his tongue into the depths of Geroldin’s cloaca where it wrecks havoc with merciless licks.
The python presses his hands against Askell’s helmet in an attempt to push himself away and relieve himself from the overstimulation. In turn, the mamba tightens his grip on his prey and steels himself, relentlessly pleasuring the small snake to the point that his yellow tail starts spasming. A loud half cry, half moan comes from Geroldin as Askell pushes his face in and it drives the snake over his limit. The python’s climax isn’t glamorous, he’d merely squirms as he cums in Askell’s maw. The mamba doesn’t move away, even when Geroldin is finished, just stays put, coiling his tongue along the python’s softening members to draw out the moment. Still, he pulls back only when he’s the one that wants to, pushing himself half up to stare at the panting snake bellow him. He laughs, openly so, at the mess Gerodlin is. “Good to see you enjoyed it.” Leaning in, Askell presses his cocks against the smaller snake’s slit. He rubs one of his tips against the python, throbbing in anticipation as he runs his black claws across yellow scales. A moment passes as he hesitates from touching the other snake, but moves again and takes Geroldin’s soft members, pressing them back into their home. His split maw spreads into a grin, drops of cum running down his mandibles as he looms over Geroldin to line himself up with the snake's cloaca. “Ready?”
Peering down between them, Geroldin’s eyes linger on the mamba’s dual dicks; they’re adorned with ridges, a knot on each, dark black and shining from pre with a head looking blunt and unforgiving, the python finds himself biting his tongue. “They’re thicker than I remember.”
Askell takes the compliment, and the fear lingering behind it, in stride, grabbing hold of the python’s waist to hold him still. Pressing only one of his tips into the smaller snake, hissing from how tight it is with Geroldin’s cocks stuffed inside. “This might be a tad uncomfortable.” That’s the only warning before he's throwing his weight onto Geroldin, sinking into him and spreading him wide. The python lets out a cry, squirming what little he can until his body relaxes, allowing pleasure to wash away the pain. But that takes time, and Askell as no patience for that, selfish lust driving him forward; taking his second cock, he slides it in after his first and makes the already tight fit a feel like a vice grip on him. He lets out another hiss, this one coming out with a smile, as he presses against the snake below him. “Fuck! This feels amazing, I should’ve done it sooner!” His tail wraps on the python as he thrusts into him, grinding their bodies together with his grip on Geroldin’s waist keeping them close. Rolling his hips, Askell tosses his head back and hisses as he splits the Geroldin wide open, the python tight around his member and coaxing out an orgasm. But the little snake will have to work harder to get him off as mamba is intent on enjoying himself and plans to drag this out for as long as he possibly can. Sliding his twin shafts out of Geroldin, he looks down at the snake and takes in the sight. Sprawled on his back, the creamsicle python is panting hard, his mouth showing itself as his tongue hangs out while his claws are digging into the ashy soil. Askell reaches out and takes Geroldin’s chin between his thumb and finger, tilting it up to look into the other monstrous knight’s helm and catch his eyes. “I love it when you’re like this.” He lets the python smile, turning it into a moan as he slams into him and sends jolts through both of them. That black tail of his wraps around Geroldin’s as he presses their chests together and starts fucking the smaller snake into the ground. He slips his arms under Geroldin’s and grabs onto the other’s plated shoulder from behind, keeping a tight grip as his knots press and squeeze, trying their damn hardest to squeeze in a cloaca that’s already filled.
With Askell’s weight crushing him as he’s pounded into the dirt, Geroldin presses against the black snake to try and take some of the pressure, serving to only meet the mamba as he thrusts. Craning his neck and muffling a moan, he holds onto the back of Askell’s head and pulls him closer. The mamba hardly reacts as he’s too invested in fucking to care for anything else, but Geroldin pulls again until the black snake’s split mouth is pressed against his neck; with the python refusing to relent, Askell gives in and lets his tongue out, dragging it along Geroldin’s neck before baring his fangs and biting down. He doesn’t pierce flesh, but the pressure he puts hints that he could and the thought of being so close to danger, to be playing with fire, makes the creamsicle go crazy. Everytime that Askell grinds their hips together, he lets out a moan loud enough for anyone passing by to hear. The two are intertwined together when the mamba finally forces his knots in, bringing Geroldin to cry out and curl his fingers, dragging across the knight’s armor and scratching thin silver lines into the black plate. Throwing his weight around and crushing the python into the dirt, a snarl tears across Askell’s helm, all of it coming together as the mamba finally goes over the edge and he cums.
He bites hard on the python, grinding his hips against the smaller knight as he unloads in him, a murmur bubbling from his throat as he leans into Geroldin and he loses himself in the pleasure. The feeling of Askell cummin inside brings Geroldin to do the same, his cocks twitching once before coating his and Askell’s stomach in cum. The mamba lets out a choked moan at the feeling of his knots held tight in Geroldin’s cloaca, the grip ensuring that he’s not leaving it any time soon. The two of them are breathing hard as their shared climax comes to an end, each satisfied and tired as hell. Sliding off the python, Askell releases his bite on his neck and flops to lay on the ground beside him, pulling the Geroldin with him to have to smaller snake on top of him. An arm is still around the python, keeping him close to share heat as he rests, but it’s not long before Geroldin perks up and lays himself out on the mamba’s chest.
“So that was kinda fun.”
Putting his other arm around the python, ASkell scoffs. “Only kinda?”
Rolling his head to the side, Silly shrugs a little, occupying himself by tracing a claw along the grooves and the black knight’s armor. “You’re a tad smaller than the guys I usually fool around with, but you were still okay.”
Askell keeps quiet for a while and stares at the python with mixed emotions. Siding against shoving the smaller snake off of him, he instead wraps his arms around Geroldin and leans his head back, squeezing tight the keep the knight from speaking as he rests. The creamsicle wiggles about for a moment until he gets comfortable laying atop Askell to wait for the knots to shrink, his tail wrapping around the mamba’s in a twisted coil of black and orange.
SWF piece about the heroes of Darkest Dungeon getting a well-deserved break and listen I just want about these people actually being happy for once.
Also, @hotmilky is like 90% of the reason why I wrote this
“It reminds me of the farmstead. The stars, the way they twinkle, it’s just like the crystals.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me of that damned place.” Sneering at the memory, Dismas pulls his eyes away from the stars above him. Instead, he lets his gaze linger to the grounds of the estate, his shared sitting place with Reynauld on the abbey roof giving him a clear view of Hamlet. The other heroes scurry about, jumping between the barracks, tavern, medical ward, and the abbey, albeit the still broken abbey is the least popular of them all. The forge has gone cold as the blacksmith has gone to sleep and the guild is empty from it being too late in the night for anyone to want to train. Just the trinket stand is open; the nomad isn’t actually selling at this ungodly hour, only keeping around to talk with Katherine and discuss the value of their findings.
But the tavern is teeming with life, faint sounds of revelry coming from it as the heroes of Hamlet rejoicing in falling another evil titan of this cursed island. Dismas himself was among them, getting drunk off good vibes and lousy beer before leaving and coming to the abbey. Stealing Reynauld away from his duties, he dragged his boyfriend to the roof where they sit now, near the edge of the abbey so that they can enjoy the sight of the stars.
Dismas leans against the crusader and looks to Reynauld’s scruffy face, the knight’s helm set down beside him. “You know what the sky reminds me of?” The holy man looks down at the highwayman who’s truly about to earn his title of a bandit, making a small questioning sound. Dismas tugs down his neckerchief and shows his scarred grin as he speaks. “Your forehead, they’re both fuckin huge.”
Reynauld’s hands fly up and cover his head as he turns his body away from his rude, ass of a boyfriend. “It’s not that big!” Dismas cackles as the stoic knight is reduced to a blushing mess. It’s not long before the two of them settle down again, the crusader still grumbling a little as he wraps an arm around Dismas to pull him close.
The estate below seems to be winding down for the night, lights flickering out and people heading off to bed. The same tired spell hits the couple sitting atop the abbey, leaving them drowsy in each other’s hold. A gentle tap on Dismas’ shoulder brings him to look up at his knight in shining armor. But Reynauld’s gaze is stuck on the stars, not wavering despite the highwayman’s staring. Dismas scoffs and goes back to resting his eyes when what was a tap in now a rough shove on his arm. Shaken awake, he’s shocked when Audrey sits her royal butt on the very edge of the abbey and dangles her legs off the roof as she tips her hat in greeting. “You two havin a good time?”
“Argh!” Groaning like the bitch he is, Dismas glares daggers at the graverobber. “The fuck are you doing here?”
She sticks her tongue at him. “Saw you two sitting on the roof and decided to bug you.
Putting an arm across his chest, Reynauld dips his head to her. “Good evening, Audrey.” As he speaks, that town’s plague doctor comes up from behind and stands beside her girlfriend, arms held behind her back with her mask pulled down and dangling from the strap around her neck. “And good evening to you too, doctor.”
Paracelsus nods in acknowledgment but doesn’t turn her head to do so, Audrey simply tips her hat again. But it’s all ignored because Dismas pokes the knight in the jaw and grits his teeth. “Don’t be nice to them, I’m trying to make them go away.”
Laughing, Reynauld swats the finger away. “Some of us have manners.”
Sitting up straight and pursing his lips, the highwayman scowls. “I have manners!” Turning around and planting his boot against Audrey’s back, he puts a little pressure on her as if he were about to push her. “I could shove you off you know. There’s nothing you could even do to stop me.”
Turning her head, the grave robber gives him a vicious grin. “Then do it, pussy.” Para chuckles to herself as her lover gets in yet another spat with her fellow criminal before going back to watching the stars and making out constellations.
Suddenly, there’s a loud bang as the hatch to the roof flies up. “Reynauld!” Storming up the ladder and getting to her feet, Junia marches across the stone in a warpath that brings her to the crusader. The man is made familiar with fear when she gets close enough to make out the vestal’s face, a muscle under her eye twitching as she looms over the warrior. “You let The Holy Flame die out?” Her shouting is loud enough to carry throughout the night, accented by her slamming a boot against the roof. “The only job you had was to feed it logs to keep it alight, but you abandoned your duties to be with-” Her words get caught in her throat, released in pissed scream before she narrows her eyes on the crusader. She opens her mouth to carry on but stops, closing her eyes and letting her shoulders sag. “Damn it, Reynauld.” Dropping to sit beside him, she leans in and rests her arms on her legs, head tilted toward the ground as she gently shakes her head. “The damage is already done. There’s no point in getting mad anymore.” Putting a hand out, she huffs. “Audrey, could I have a smoke?”
Reynauld’s shocked look goes ignored as the grave robber reaches into a pocket and pulls out a ratty homemade cigarette, passing it to Reynauld to give to Junia. “The holy saint is de-stressing like the rest of us common folk? Blasphemous.”
Raising her head, Junia sticks the cig in her lips and cups her hand around it, creating a holy flame in her palm to light it. Taking a drag, she pulls it away and lets the smoke drift out. When she’s empty, she gives the robber a smirk. “Fuck off.” Audrey giggles in response before Dismas ropes her back into their argument, not a fan of being pushed aside and ignored.
Eventually, he stops whining about them being there and settles back into snuggling up with Reynauld, even if the armor he wears doesn’t make for a comfortable pillow. The minutes dwindle by in silence, all eyes cast above to watch as more and more stars appear in the absence of the sun’s light. The quiet momentarily broken when another set of heroes make their way to the roof, Barristan about to shout at everyone to ask why they’re atop the abbey when Missandei jabs him in the rips to shut him up. Bringing a finger to her lips to hush him, she comes over to stand behind Junia, her crossbow slung over her shoulder, never without it just like always. The man-at-arms stays beside her, arms crossed and frowning, although his grumpy mood fades away from the beauty of the night sky. The two soldiers are far from the last ones to come up to the abbey roof, people trickling up the steps and joining the group in watching the stars. Within the hour, every hero in Hamlet is gathered to watch the stars; what they do is split between those mourning their losses, some taking a moment to relax, a few taking in the sight, and others contemplating what the future might hold.
As if in a picture, not a soul moves and no one dares speak, each of them looking to the stars that are so far away yet look so close. But it’s shattered by the gentle strum of a lute and the somber voice of the jester. “Blast. This silent comradery makes me want to live to see tomorrow.” All eyes turn to Jingles, but he cares not as his head his bowed and shaking from side to side. “To actually want to see your horrid faces again. Ha, what a joke.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a flask and offers it to Shaggy, his tone picking up and gaining momentum. “Seems we’re doomed to suffer another day.”
The houndmaster scoffs and swipes the flask from cloth covered hands, taking a single swig before coughing it out and sputtering while doing so. Holding up the container, he shakes it in annoyance. “What the hell kind of whiskey is this?”
The jester plucks the strings on his lute, and one could practically hear the grin in his voice. “It’s not drink at all, it’s fish pee. You really shouldn’t drink from that you don’t know of.” He ends it with a laugh, joined by Shaggy, and that’s all that needed before the gathered party breaks from their frozen places and get loud as they delve into conversations. The night comes to life, bursting with laughter from everyone spreading out and enjoying themselves while within the confines of the abbey’s roof.
Audrey sits and leans against stone as Paracelsus has her head in her lap, the grave robber playing with her girlfriend’s short hair as she speaks to Alhazred, going into painful detail about all the beautiful qualities their semi-friendly neighborhood abomination has and loudly stating that the occulist she pursue his desires to ask the man out. The thin guy nearly faints when he moves his hands away from his face and catches sight of Bigby watching him. Pulling his coat up and turning to hide, leaving the scarred man to his own devices. The abomination pulls his cloth a bit more over himself and turns in confusion, leaving the situation with Alhazred untouched. Instead, he gives his attention to Baldwin as goes on speaking of old tales about the kingdom he used to rule, describing the wondrous people and spectacular arts. His mask is off, his diseased smile shining brightly as he loses himself in memories, but he’s brought back to the present when Bigby goes to sit beside him as it’s the only space left. They both stop, the story on pause, before the leper king moves himself to make room for the chained man and carries on without so much as a twitch of a grimace. On the other side of the roof, Damian raises his arms to the sky and shouts the praise of The Light while, just a few feet away, Boudica is slamming a fist on the ground and cussing up a storm in a language no one else knows. Between them is a flat top chimney and around them is a crowd cheering as Damian is the undefeated arm wrestling champion. The flagellant defeated Baldwin first, followed by demolishing Tardif until Boudica tried his strength; while close, the hellion still lost and Damien has bested the last of the strongest in the hamlet. Yet the crowd parts as another challenger approaches. Amani approaches the chimney, barking at the flagellant to come back and face her. Eyes hidden by his hood, only Damian’s righteous grin is showing as he set his right arm down, ready to crush the new girl. The shieldbreaker doesn’t move for a couple of seconds, merely staring at the man’s arm before shrugging and putting her own arm on the chimney. Damian’s grin vanishes when Amani puts her wrapped up stump up and gently pulls back. Bowing his head, he both forfeits and apologizes to her, gaining a laugh as she nudges his shoulder and assures him it’s fine because she was kind of planning on having him do that.
Still at the edge of the abbey, tired from interacting with all their friends and fellow heroes, Dismas and Reynauld are once again watching the stars. Their arms are wrapped around the other as they start losing themselves to sleep, soothed by the comfort of their lover and the security of those around them. The highwayman lets out a long sigh and rests his head on Reynauld’s shoulder. “Gods…I’m just thinking about all I’ve said and…” He lets the word linger as his eyes are looking above. “Now I’m going to think of your giant forehead every time I look at the sky.”
“Feh,” Cracking a smile, the crusader cups Dismas’ chin and pulls his gaze to him. He looks into those hurting eyes, yet it warms his heart to see the life in them. “You’re such an ass.” Closing his eyes, he leans in to kiss him on the forehead, pulling Dismas against him and returning to the loving silence of the night.
SFW story about a werewolf bringing a guy he’s recently turned into a fellow werewolf to meet all his monster friends. I just wanted some casual dialogue and this gave me an excuse, that’s all.
Counting off his fingers, Nate stops walking right before they get to a glass door. “So you four, every Tuesday and Friday, come to this cafe and chat with each other? Despite how you’re all three monsters, talking about monster things, while surrounded by humans?” Peering up to the man, that he’s more or less forced to accompany, he gets a curt nod and carries on. “And you don’t worry about, say, getting caught and revealing yourself to the public?” This time he gets a head shake. Blinking away his surprise, Nate pouts his lips. “Is everyone in the cafe secretly a monster? Is that why you’re not scared?”
A laugh comes out of Devon as he ruffles his short friend’s brown hair; granted, everyone is short compared to his abnormally tall height. “It’s not like we shout about what we’re saying. And aside from a few things here and there, we live the same as you do.” Pulling his hand back, he sweeps his own black hair back. “Or, how you used to at least.”
Crossing his arms, Nate makes a face. “Yeah, thanks for biting me by the way, felt great and I just love how I feel to need to chase squirrels now.”
“Hey, you said you wanted to become a werewolf.” He cracks a grin and shrugs, knowing he’s right and there’s nothing Nate can do to prove him wrong.
“No,” Raising a finger, the little guy turns cold. “You asked if I wanted to be a werewolf. You did so right before biting me before I had a chance to answer.”
While the grin stays, Devon’s eyebrows crease, followed by a squint. “I think we remember that going down differently, I’m positive you said yes.” Stepping aside, he opens the cafe door and waves an arm for his buddy to enter. “Ladies first.”
The brunette blinks once before cocking his head to the side. “Remind me why I still talk to you?” Regardless of what he says, Nate enters and stands to wait.
“Cause for two years you had a crush on me.” Stepping in after, Devon plops a hand on Nate’s shoulder. “And now I’m your alpha, you’re obligated to listen to me.”
As he gets led through the cafe, Nate snorts. “You know all that alpha stuff isn’t legitimate, right? A scientist conducted a poorly made test using wolves who don’t know each other to observe wolf behavior. The wolves were aggressive to each other because they didn’t know each other, the strongest made the others submit and became the alpha. But in a real wolf pack, the main wolf is the pack leader which who acts like a caring dad, or mom.” By the time he finishes talking, Devon had led them to the counter where they wait to make their order.
The big guy doesn’t respond for a long while until eventually grumbling. “Don’t tell any of the others about that.” Putting a hand on Nate’s back, he turns the small man and points to two people sitting beside each other in a booth. “That’s Anya, the other is Vlad.” He motions to the woman on the outside, a short girl of Asian descent and a skin tone that suggests she’s one to enjoy sunbathing. Wearing shorts, an orange band to hold her dark brown hair in a ponytail, and a white t with a tabby cat on it, she laughs and pushes her shoulder into the man sitting beside her. The guy, Vlad from what Devon said, hardly shifts, only just the corner of his lip rising in a smile while his companion is laughing hard enough to lose breath. He’s taller than her, but not by much. Distinctly European, his hair is stark white with skin is so pale that it makes Nate look tan; that’s really something considering how often he gets compared to Snow White. Oddly enough, he’s dressed in blue scrubs yet seems completely comfortable how he is. Vlad slowly traces a circle on the table as he listens to Anya talk, playing with fallen water from the condensation of his cup.
A bump against Nate’s elbow brings him out of his starring as his tanned, buff werewolf friend jerks his head to the table, his hands preoccupied with the two drinks he holds. “Come on, they don’t bite.” Devon doesn’t actually wait for an answer as he’s walking the moment he finishes speaking.
“I’m having trouble believing that.” Following after, Nate waits for Devon to set down their drinks and slide into the booth so he can do the same, sitting comfortably on the outside.
At least, he was comfortable until the two strangers put an end to their conversation to stare at him. Rapping his fingers along the table, he starts to curl in on himself form the intensity in which they watch him. That is until Anya bonuses up and juts her hand at him. “Hi there! I’m Anya, but I guess the wolf told you that.”
Slowly, Nate reaches out and shakes her hand, trying to not be too confused as he looks at her. “Did you hear us while we were in line?”
“And when you were outside the door.” Lifting a hand, Vlad points a lazy finger behind him, all while never taking his eyes off the newcomer. “We monsters have some excellent hearing.”
Nate’s cheeks flush red and he covers his mouth his palm, turning his head away from Vlad’s coy smile. Thankfully for him, Devon apparently decided that it’s been too long since he last talked. Nudging the little werewolf, he brings him out of his blushing bubble and waves the other hand at his friends. “So these are my buddies; Anya is a kitsune,” She gives a quick peace sign. “And Vlad is a vampire, but you could guess that by the name.”
“Eh,” The bloodsucker shrugs, causing his scrubs to wrinkle loud enough to be heard. “My parents are very traditional.” Tossing a limp hand in Nate’s direction, his smile returns, this one tired. “Before you ask; no, vampires can’t be born and neither was I. My parents are not parents by blood,” He pauses so Anya can snicker at the hidden joke. “They adopted me and turned me into a vampire when I became an adult. They were planning it from the moment they got me.”
“I’m thankful for you explaining that, but I don’t even know how someone becomes a vampire in the first place.” Vlad raises his brows, the likes of which are white and hardly visible, and slightly shakes his head.
Anya leans across the table, squinting as she gives Nate a side eye. “Don’t you watch movies and all that junk? I mean, most monster movies are made by monsters themselves.”
The vampire turns to her and frowns. “We’re not monster-”
“I’m a monster.” Devon quirps before Vlad can speak again.
He ignores the giant werewolf and presses on with grilling Anya. “We’re creatures.” Back to Nate, he puts a hand in the air without removing his elbow from the table. “Vampires are made the same way werewolves are: someone gets bit by one and manages to survive it.”
“Oh, okay, that's a scary thought.” Vlad merely shrugs as Nate leans back in his seat to put some distance between them. For once, he’s finding Devon’s presence more comforting than annoying. Still, he grabs the vampire’s attention again. “So, uh, can you turn into a bat and stuff?”
Vlad tucks his head down, hand over his face, while Anya presses her arms on the table and stares wide-eyed. “Oh my god! Nate, you can’t ask a vampire something like that!”
Instantly, the little werewolf fidgets around and looks around in a panic. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I really didn’t know, gosh, I didn’t mean to offend!”
“She’s fucking with you,” Nate freezes up at Devon’s words, turning to him to find he’s staring down the kitsune with an unamused look. “She did the same thing to me when I asked him. You didn’t do anything bad, she’s just pulling a prank.”
“Hey,” Grabbing her drink, Anya smiles around the straw as she takes a sip. “I’m a foxy lady, tricks are what I do.”
Turning to Nate and shaking his head, Vlad returns to his drink, speaking right before taking a sip. “Yes, I can turn into a bat; it amuses me how that’s always the first question people ask. Actually, the second, the first is usually ‘are you going to kill me now?’” His chuckle is interrupted as he takes a drink, a faint red on his pale lips when he pulls to cup away. It dawns on Nate that he doesn't have the same cup that the coffee shop gives out, his a plain white. But his staring isn’t missed, Vlad catching his eyes. With a sigh, the vampire pops his lid off and shows the little werewolf what he’s drinking. Blood, straight up blood. Before he panics, Devon puts an arm on his shoulder to calm him and Vlad huffs. “Oh don’t lose your head, it’s from blood bags that are about to expire,” Tugging on his scrubs, he gives Nate a look. “I’m a nurse for a reason.”
Leaning across the table and resting on her elbows, Anya gets close to Nate and beams at him. “So! What was it like to get bit by your wolf daddy?” Vlad nearly chokes on his blood while Devon shouts for the kitsune to stop talking.
But it’s all made worry when Nate’s anxiety makes him panic and say. “Good.” Anya falls back howls with laughter, Vlad banging on his chest to clear his throat while the poor little werewolf buries his face in his hands. Devon rubbing his back helps soothe his nerves, but it’s not nearly enough to make any real difference. “I didn’t mean to say that…”
The bigger wolf sigh as he keeps on rubbing. “But you did, and now she’ll never let you live it down. Which is really saying something considering your new lifespan which is, what, two hundred years. Maybe three?”
Before Nate can start with a barrage of questions, a server comes up with their drinks, a fella on the tall side of the spectrum with dark black skin and curly hair shaped in an afro fade, dyed blonde at the top. The server sets down a cup in front of Nate and Devon each, smiling at the former and cocking his head. “Hey, you’re a new face.”
Picking himself up and straightening his back, Nate puts on a pleasant look and offers the man a handshake. “I’m Nate Austin, a friend of Devon’s. He’s introducing me to all his friends.”
Taking Nate’s handshake, the server wraps the little werewolf’s hand up in the yellow talon of a bird. “I’m Jake.” His eyes go wide when he realizes the state of his hands, flapping them wildly until they revert to his disguise of a human’s pair of hands. Looking up at a shocked Nate, he uses both hands to put a finger up and stop him before he can speak. “I can explain this.”
He doesn’t need to as Devon wraps an arm around Nate and shakes him around as he talks to the server. “Ah don’t worry about it, our Nate here is a werewolf; I should know, I was the one who turned him.”
“Which I didn’t ask for.” Despite his grumbles, Nate doesn’t try to push the big guy away at all.
But Vlad perks up some, raiding his head to frown at Devon. “You changed him without his permission?”
“Not cool man,” Resting an arm on the vampire’s shoulder, Anya leans on him so she’s in Devon’s sight and adds her two cents. “Like seriously bro, not cool.”
“Hey!” Grabbing onto the table hard enough to put scratches, which looks like it happens often with all the marks at his spot at the table, Devon puts on a forced smile. “Maybe we should focus on getting our lovely little Nate familiar with the new guy? Yeah? Like hey, Natey, did you know that Jake is actually a gryphon and his real name Jakeontee?”
“Wait.” Reaching out and wrapping his hand around Nate’s wrist, he stops the little werewolf from picking up his drink. Gently, he lets go and plucks the cup off the table, holding it away from Nate. “Devon, you dolt. If he’s a werewolf, then why would you order him a coffee?”
The mighty and proud alpha sets his elbow on the table and points a hard finger at the disguised gryphon just to come up empty on excuses. He sucks on his lips for a moment before tossing his hand away and sitting back. “I ordered him what he usually gets, I wasn’t thinking, sorry.”
Nate pats his arm but his hand stays there. “It’s okay, all these little things you do don’t seem like much ever since you, oh I don’t know, bit me.” As he was speaking, he was slowly tightening his grip on Devon’s arm, getting to the point that the big guy hard to jerk his arm away.
“This is rich, but I should get back to work.” Stepping back, Jake offers them all a peace sign. “Bye guys, nice meeting you Nate.” And with that he retreats back to behind the counter, revealing to the group an orange feathered tail that’s slipped out from his pants, held high by the waist of his pants and bobbing as he walks about.
Vlad sighs and gestures to the kitsune beside him. “If you could.” Anya rolls her eyes, taking a moment to do some complicated movements with her fingers. A glance back at Jake and his tail begins to disappear, starting at the tip as the spell crawls along the length before the tail simply vanishes altogether.
A tap comes to Nate’s shoulder as Devon gives him a smile. “You mind if I can get past so I can get you something you can actually drink?” The little guy nods and scurries out of the seat to let his friend by, returning the smile with one of his own.
Standing at the end of the table and watching the bigger werewolf head for the counter, he feels cold fingers cover his hand. Looking back, he finds Vlad and Anya looking hard at him, the kitsune without her joking aura. “You do know he cares, right? It’s not common for him to put so much effort into someone.” The vampire tightens his grip on Nate’s hands and lowers his voice. “He’s really trying to do this right. To do you right.”
Putting his hand on Vlad, he gives him a soft nod. “I know.” The vampire takes a moment to look over the young werewolf before pulling away. Anya offers a quick thumbs up and a toothy grin, unknowingly showing Nate sharper canines than any human would have.
There’s no time for anything more as Devon comes back with a cup, pressing it into Nate’s hand and huffing. “Hot chocolate, extra whip crea-” He stops moving to sit down and takes the drink from Nate, slowly going back to the counter. “You can’t have chocolate either…”
Resting his arms across his chest, Nate watches the big guy sulk back to the counter, a gentle smile on his face. Tilting his head to the side just enough for the other two to hear, he chuckles. “I know he’s trying, I’m thankful for it.” Nothing more is said until Devon comes back, the two werewolves sitting together and the group launching into a discussion to tell all the wondrous things of the hidden monster world, explaining what legends are real and which aren’t, and getting through to him that him being a were didn’t suddenly make him want to chase squirrels but instead he’s always wanted to do that and he’s using his werewolf side as an excuse to blame it on.
A very much so NSFW story about how a catfolk rogue spends his time and money when he’s not busy plundering dungeons and running from slime monsters.
The lovely little feline belongs to @hotmilky
Imagine a sort of D&D fantasy world, if you will.
Finally dried and with every pocket filled with gold from his latest deep sea adventure, Toby wanders the streets of the coastal town for something to do. There’s a smile on his face, a pep in his step, and his skin is absolutely glowing from having digested so much cum. Coming to a universally recognizable building, the cat boy stops at a tavern and wanders inside.
The place is bustling with people, rowdy men and women shouting cheers and getting drunk of good times and watered down rum. It seems every seat in the house is taken, leaving Toby to search for the slim chance of an open seat…
The cat stands on the tips of his toes to try and find an empty spot, but he quickly realizes it’s pointless. With how short he is, and how tall everyone else is, he’ll have to wander around. But before that, he looks at all the people in the tavern and wonders why there are so many men, and why the lot of them seem so buff. And then it clicks. This is a coastal town, these are sailors on leave enjoying their time off.
The cat is brought out from his thoughts by a shout. “Hey cat, over here!” Toby looks over to the voice. The bartender, a Minotaur a bit on the small side, lifts up a hand and waves him over.
The cat does a double take and looks over at the bull-man while pointing to himself. Once Toby is certain that the bartender is indeed talking to him, the cat wanders over to heed his beckons
The Minotaur gestures to an open seat, and the only one at that, at the bar. All along the counter, people sit hunched over their drinks and Toby squeezes in between two burly men; one of them is a large bellied grey orc while the other is beefy tiefling, the two of them in a conversation and both tall enough to not even have to stop talking when Toby sits between them. He steals a look at both of them and his face flushes. The orc isn’t wearing a shirt, and his loincloth does little to hiding anything; meanwhile, the tiefling isn’t wearing anything at all and his dick is at half mast.
His attention is brought back to the Minotaur when he wanders over. He looks at Toby and smiles. “What can I get you?”
Toby steals another not-so-subtle glance the tiefling's not-ship-related mast before answering the minotaur with a smug look. "Your fanciest most expensive thing" he beams as he pats his newly lined pockets
The bartender raises an eyebrow in concern, but his lips curl into a smile as well. “The most expensive thing, huh? You sure about that?”
Toby nods and insists, "Absolutely, lay it on me."
The Minotaur smiles even more and whistles. He waves at someone behind Toby and shouts “Hey, get the House Special ready!” The Minotaur snaps his fingers and points at the person again. “Oh, and bring out the starter, last time you forgot! Oh, don’t give me that sass, just do it!”
The bartender comes back to focus on Toby and bows his head. “Let me fix you something up while you wait; on the house.” He walks away before Toby can ask anything more.
The cat drums his fingers along the countertop, ears flicking about as he twists and turns to look about the tavern. I’m doing so, he ends up looking at the tiefling. The man has purple skin that’s stretched tight over all his muscles, showing the clear size of each and every cord. The cat isn’t even bothering to look away, but he gets a much closer view as the tiefling leans in to whisper something to the orc. Said orc means him halfway, and Toby finds himself pinned between them with a face full of pecs. The tiefling doesn’t seem to mind or even notice Toby’s predicament, holding the cat in place for half a minute before pulling away.
The cat gasps in the fresh air, but there’s a smile on his face as he kinda liked being smothered like that. It seems he wasn’t the only one as the tiefling’s dick is now bigger in size, and a quick glance tells him the orc is taking after his buddy. But all that goes away when Toby realizes there’s somebody sprawled out across the bar, and there’s now a crotch placed directly in front of him. A look right and he sees white furred goat legs, a look left and he sees the owner of said legs, an elder satyr with a well developed and hairy body. The stranger looks directly at Toby with a smile. “Hey there, havin a good time?”
Toby doesn’t actually get to answer as the Minotaur shows back up which a half-filled whiskey glass. He hands it to the cat, reaching over the satyr’s legs and flaccid dick without acknowledging it. “Leche infused with honey brew whiskey, a feline favorite.”
He saunters off again, but not before handing the taur a giant glass of alcohol and a mug of something. The Minotaur whispers something into his ear that makes the satyr smile before going to deal with other customers.
The satyr looks at Toby and grins. “The name’s Garaet.”
It doesn't even take a shot for the cat to get drunk. Drunk on the atmosphere, at least. He's only been here for less than an hour and Toby is already beginning to feel dizzy and giddy with excitement. Without a pause, the cat takes a large gulp of his drink and lets the warmth of the brew seep bravery into his system. Not that the cat was particular shy to begin with, but at the very least, when the outrageous inevitably happens, he'll have something to blame it on. Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he gives the goat man an easy grin and offers his own name in exchange. "Toby. The name's Toby. But, you can call me whatever you like."
“Toby Toby Toby.” He looks up, testing to how the name rolls off the tongue. As he does, he shifts around from where he lays on the countertop and his flaccid member flops onto his thigh, the one closest to top. Being a shower, the ten-inch tube hangs off at the end where the thickest cock head Toby has ever seen sits before and uncircumcised at that. “I like the way that sounds. Now then, Toby, you decided to pamper yourself and I am your starting course. So, once you finish that drink, we can begin.” He leans back and puts his arms behind his head, before turning his head and starting up a conversation with the grey orc beside Toby.
At the sound of his offer, Toby's face splits into a dopey grin. "So that's what paying top brass gets ya huh?" With that, he pours the rest of his drink into his mouth and places the empty glass back onto the counter. "If you're the starter, what are we starting?"
Garaet lifts up the glass of whiskey and gives it a little shake. “You’re starting with shots.” Toby reaches to hand him his glass, but one the satyr has it in his hand he lets it slide off his palm and crash to the floor. “Oh we don’t need that.”
“Was that really necessary?” Both satyr and cat look to the bartender, who has his arms crossed as he looks to the shattered glass.
Garaet just waves him off and bites off the top of the bottle. “It’s called theatrics, now stop ruining my gig.”
Drops of the alcohol spill onto the satyr’s chest but he doesn’t seem to mind. Rather he enjoys it a bit as he lowers to bottle to where Toby is. Tilting it, he pours a shot’s worth of whiskey onto his abs and lets it collect in his belly button with just a little bit of his spilling and veering off towards his crotch. He must have caught Toby’s confused expression as he laughs. “Oh did I not say? Went I said shots, I meant body shot.” He puts the bottle back beside his head and leans back again. “Ready when you are, champ.”
Toby lets the satyr's proposal register in his brain briefly before adhering to the concept with the enthusiasm of a kid in a candy store. Or at least an adult equivalent. Without a word, the cat leans forward to take a drink, dipping his tongue into his belly button
He braces himself by putting one hand on the satyr’s hip while the other is on his chest. He slurps up the alcohol, pressing his face into the satyr’s stomach so he can get deep and lick up every drop. He’s not quite as he does this, not in the slightest. Wet sounds come from the two as he drinks, tipping those around him to what he’s doing and the noises he’s making seems to grow louder as the crowd around him dies out. It’s like half the tavern is watching him, and the other half is wondering why it’s so quiet and slowly realize what Toby’s doing. The two men beside him watch with interest, both of them leaning in to get a better view of Toby at work. Sadly for them, it doesn’t do much as Toby finishes lapping up the shot and grins as he keeps his face against the satyr’s chest. Sticking out his tongue, he drags it along the man’s stomach to lap at any whiskey remains. As he does, he feels something bump against his cheeks. Garaet’s cock twitches as it comes to life, not yet hard but not soft anymore.
A groan pulls his head up though. “Oh that’s great champ, keep it up.” The satyr peers at Toby with a wide grin. “Here, you look like you could use a little more.” He lifts up the whiskey bottle and pours it over his chest, having it start at his chest and make its way down by following the valley in his abs. Beginning at the satyr’s hips, the cat licks up the trail of whiskey, making sure to do a thorough job. He partially gets up from his seat and puts his hand on his starter course, fingers roaming and touching the man’s hairy body as he licks all the while.
Eventually, though, Toby is made to stop as he can’t reach past the satyr’s ribs and has to wait for the alcohol to trail down where he can kick it up. The is until the orc beside him lifts Toby and puts the cat in his lap. The orc lets out a deep chuckle as he runs his hands through the cat’s hair, his loincloth falling away as his dick rises from between Toby’s legs. It actually pushes the cat’s thighs apart with how thick it is, not to mention it’s well over a foot in length and is propped up by the orc’s giant balls, there’s also a Prince Albert piercing in the head.
Still, while Toby licks Garaet clean, the orc starts shuffling down the cat’s pants and rubs his dick between the thighs. His pants are completely off by the time he reaches the satyr’s pecs, and he’s licking all over one while massaging the other. Garaet grins but gently pushes Toby’s head away. “Hey now, let's not get carried away, it’s time for your next drink.” He flicks his chin at the orc, and the fat man grumbles as he picks up Toby and set him back onto his own stool. Garaet reaches behind his head and grabs the mug the bartender provided him, pulling it up and holding it over his crotch. Before he pours, he crosses his legs together so his thighs are pressed close together and his sack is pushed up. Tilting the mug, thick milk spills out and into the space he’s just created with his legs. The cream soaks into his fur but little seeps out, held in place by thighs and balls.
Toby starts toward it, although if it’s for the milk or the dick, no one is sure of, but Garaet wags a finger to stop him. “Hold up, not done.” Switching the empty mug with the whiskey bottle, he gives a generous pour and mixes the alcohol and dairy together. He smiles at Toby and smacks his meaty thigh. “There we are champ, have at it.” He takes a long swig from the bottle as he waits for Toby to take initiative.
Toby leans himself toward the satyr with his tail flicking behind him. But, like before, he doesn't get far as he's not tall enough to really reach between the thighs. "Need some help?" The feline looks to the purple tiefling he's sitting beside and catches the horned man smiling at him. He nods, and the tiefling turns himself to let Toby sit on his thigh, something Toby quickly accepts. The tiefling combs his fingers through the soft fur along the cat's legs, his dick hardening and rubbing against the bottom of Toby's leg. The feline doesn't acknowledge it as he raises himself and puts his face between the satyr's legs, drinking to his fill. He closes his eyes and chugs, slurping up the cream so loud that it's impossible for people to not look at what all the noise is for. But unlike before where they jaw saw some body shots, now they stop and stare as Toby nuzzles his face against the bottom of Garaet's crotch while the tiefling molests Toby all over.
The cat has drunk half the milk when he feels something poking between his ass. The tiefling puts a hand against Toby's back and pushes him down, pressing the cat's face into Garaet's balls and making him arch his back. "Don't worry kitty, I'm just trying to loosen you up some." Just as the man finishes speaking, he slips a slicked finger into Toby's ass. The cat mewls and his eyes flutter as he presses back against the tiefling. It shoves the finger to the knuckle, and the tiefling starts with a second finger as he nibbles against the feline's neck. "You like that? Don't worry, there's more to come. Now, how about you finish your drink?"
Toby nods and puts his face back between Garaet's thighs, unsure where there's cream as the satyr has white fur, so he just licks everything. By the time the milk is gone, he's got a strong buzz in his head and his face is dripping with cream. Leaning back, he sinks onto the tiefling's fingers and Meeks as he reaches the knuckles.
The buff guy snickers as he slides Toby off and sets him back on his stool. His attention is nabbed by the satyr as the man shakes the whiskey bottle in front of the cat’s face. “Come on champ, final stretch.” As he speaks he pours the whiskey directly onto his dick and soaks it, some of it even pooling in his foreskin. After chugging some of the bottle, Garaet laughs. “Now here’s the real challenge; clean up every drop!”
Toby gives a needy whine as he is placed back upon the stool, disappointment spread clearly across his face as the tiefling withdraws his fingers. But, for now, the satyr has given him a challenge and the cat is more than happy to accept. He grasps at the girthy member and leans forward, tongue out and mouth open to receive said challenge but misses the mark once-- twice-- thrice-- fourth time is the charm. With determination, (and a tiny bit of coordination), he gets to work, starting by dipping his tongue into the delicious pool the goat had graciously created for him
After some struggle, Toby manages to get his mouth around the satyr's cockhead and suckles on it. His teeth graze the foreskin, the size of the man too big for Toby to keep his fangs away; Garaet doesn't seem to care, his eyes closed and head back as he enjoys the blow job. The cat tastes whiskey and pre as his tongue dances over the head in his mouth. But patience isn't a virtue the cat holds and it's not long before he grows to want more. Taking a deep breath, he lowers his head and takes more of the satyr's dick into his mouth. The head bumps against the back of his mouth and he stops, merely bobbing his head up and down on what he can for now. He's given up the thin veil cover-up of how he's taking body shots off Garaet, the alcohol in his system influencing him with service the satyr without bothering to try and hide what he's doing. While maybe not as loud as before, the whole tavern is already watching Toby as he works.
He pays them no mind as slips his hand down to take off his pants, exposing his furred ass to the crowd with his tail hiked high in the air. While one hand comes back up and is placed on the man's stomach, his other hand stays down so he can stroke his own length, enjoying the feeling of his pre slipping through his fingers. His fur stands on end when he hears Garaet moan with pleasure and the sound fills the cat with the want for more. With practiced ease, he relaxes and lets the cock head slip down his throat as he pushes himself down the satyr's dick. His nose is tickled by the man's treasure trail and, with one last shove, he gets his lips against the base of Garaet's crotch. Another moan slips out of him as he runs a hand through Toby's hair. "Gods fuck, you're good at this! I'm not going to last long at this rate, champ!"
The cat starts purring at the thought, really getting to work as he milks Garaet for all he's got. He catches sight of the satyr taking a swig of the whiskey and he had a feeling he should get ready for a mouthful. He pulls up until only the satyr's dick head is in his mouth, feeling his swell on his tongue as the satyr tenses up. Garaet cums, filling the cat's mouth and making him swallow it down. Toby purrs the whole while, smile wide as the climax ends and he pulls off. He's licking at his lips when the satyr sits up huffs, his chest heaving from exhaustion. "Man you're good at that. Good thing too, the big guy will like that." He points a finger behind Toby and the cat follows the direction of it.
His ears go flat against his head when he sees who Garaet's referring to. Lounging in a massive chair is a demon of immense size, red skin covering his entire body as he sits naked, arms on the rests and legs spread as he displays himself. The demon is nearing the double digits in height, likely sitting so he can fit in the bar. He's covered in muscles, the kind gained through a life filled with labor, yet now he sits like he owns the place, and likely does. Toby's eyes flying between the demon's legs and grins when he sees the limp monster resting between meaty red thighs. His eyes trail up, lingering on the well-developed chest and admiring the massive pectorals. But he flinches when he comes to the head; instead of a face, the demon's head is covered in teeth that spread in a lipless grin. There's not an eye, ear, or nose on him, yet he has no problem pointing a finger at Toby and beckoning him over.
Toby hesitates at the demon's summons at first. But, it doesn't take long before his last shot of liquid courage takes effect. Feeling particularly brave and capable, a lopsided grin breaks out across the cat's face as he slinks over to the demon's side. He latches on the broad arm and rubs up against him, purring as looks up at where the demon's eyes would be. "Yeeeesss? You called?"
The demon reaches down to Toby and takes hold of his chin, gently turning the cat's head side to side. "The name's Kal." A low rumble of a growl slips out of the big man and his giant mouth curves into a smile. "You're an eager one. I like that." Letting go of Toby's chin, he grabs his shoulder and turns the rogue to face away. Pushing him back towards the bar, Kal settles back into his seat. "But we'll need you to be a tad loosened up first, you're a tad small for me." He gestures to his flaccid dick; even while soft, it's one of the biggest Toby's seen. Kal raises his hand to point two fingers at the heavy set orc and buff teifling still sitting at the bar, beckoning them closer. The teifling practically jumps out of his tool while the orc takes a moment to finish his drink before sauntering over, the two of them coming to stand side by side with Toby between them. A long, thick tongue slips out of the demon to lick at his many teeth. "You two do me a favor and help the kitty relax. And cat," Toby tries snapping his attention to the demon, but he's too drunk to do anything more than flick his ears at him as he pours his focus on the meaty orc beside him. "Pick which one gets what end of you."
The cat can barely contain his excitement as he turns his gaze from orc to tiefling to orc again. Wanting to thank them for their services earlier, the cat is more than willing to extend his own service to the both of them. But how? Contemplating this difficult decision, he rubs his drunk-bleary eyes to take a closer look at what hangs between their legs. The sizes of the two are both very impressive, though, the glint on the orc's piercing catches Toby's eyes and gets him thinking. What would that feel like inside me? After all, the cat is willing to try anything at least once. With his mind made up, he lowers himself between the Tiefling's thighs and opens his mouth eagerly to take his cock in his mouth.
The demon leans back in his chair, a clawed hand falling between his leg to toy with his flaccid member as he watches the three men before him.
The tiefling meets Toby's eagerness with his own, a broad smile on his face as he lines himself up with the cat's mouth. The buff guy groans as he slips his dick into Toby's mouth and the feline humanoid starts sucking him off. A purple hand runs through Toby's hair as the tiefling slides in and out of the mouth, setting a slow pace to face fuck the rogue to. Behind Toby, the orc finishes untying his useless loincloth, dropping it to the ground and letting his erection breathe. The heavyset warrior puts both hands on Toby's waists and lifts him off the ground, allowing his mouth to stay on the tiefling as he brings the cat's ass to his crotch. Toby spreads his legs and wraps them around the orc, helping in keeping him off the ground as the two strong men hold him up, the orc doing most of the lifting. Worry creeps up on Toby as the orc rests his cock on the cat's ass and it's so long that it brushes aside his tail lay on his back.
The orc chuckles from above as he works his thumbs between Toby's cheeks so he can spread them. "Don't worry too much little guy, the tiefling already loosened you up some."
The cat starts to relax until the demon pipes up from his seat. "I'm not sure if that will matter with how big you are." While his head is held in place by the purple teifling, his eyes wander over to the Kal. The demon sits in his chair with his toothy head resting in on giant hand while his legs are spread and he has the minotaur on his knees before him. Kal has one of the minotaur's horns in his grip to hold the twink's face flush against his crotch, his previously soft member now getting hard from the attention his employee gives him.
Toby's focus is brought back the cock in his own mouth as the tiefling shoves his hips forward until his crotch is pressing against Toby's nose. The purple man starts to face fucking him as the orc only just starts pushing his way in, find it difficult with how big he is compared to how tight Toby is. His persistence pays off as he slips in his cockhead, the girth of it making the poor cat's ass spasm around his dick. Toby calms down and moans around the tiefling's dick as the pain turns to pleasure and the orc pushes deeper into him. The big guy gets half his length in, which half is just an inch shy of the tiefling's total dick, when he stops and gives Toby a moment to adjust to his size. A grunt from the tiefling puts all eyes on him. He grabs Toby's head and holds it steady as he fucks his mouth without regard, pressing the cat's face flush against his crotch and giving a few last humps. His whole body twitches as he cums in the feline's mouth, giving him a mouthful to swallow down. He steps back practically panting, his saliva covered cock softening as he does.
"Got off already?" The orc grins at his buff friend as Toby struggles to stay upright now that he doesn't have someone to hold onto. The teifling sneers at the heavy set orc but doesn't say anything. He shrugs and his grip on Toby tightens. "Looks like I get you all to myself now."
As the tiefling steps back to recover, the cat gives him a wink before lapping up the stray string of cum dripping off his wet lips. He turns his attention back to the orc, slowly rolling his own hips as he remarks, "Think you can last longer? Maybe you'll even manage a mewl outta me...."
A frown crosses the grey orc, and he hefts Toby up in his grip. “Kitty, I’m going to make you squeal.” He hooks a stool using his foot and pulls it over to rest the cat on while his heavy hand puts the feline’s chest against the wood. The orc’s frown is joined by a cruel grin as he slides his shaft deeper inside Toby, watching as the catfolk scratches at the legs of the stool and leave gouges in the wood. “Something wrong, kit?” The orc asks as he leans forward, shoving his dick in while doing so. Any answer Toby had is lost, the poor man too focused on dealing with the pain of the orc splitting him in half. The hand on his back rubs at the shoulders as the orc above groans from just how tight Toby’s ass is. A whimper is pushed out the cat as the heavyset man nearly bottoms out, his stomach brushing Toby’s tail. “I have to admit, I expected you to be looser.” He rolls his hips and sends a jolt of pleasure through Toby. “Well, you’re not tight anymore now that I’m in ya.”
Pressing back against the orc’s hand, Toby lifts himself and looks over his shoulder, giving the grey fella a grin that’s offset by the sweat along his forehead. “You talk nearly as big as your gut.” The grin spreads to reveal his fangs. “Now how about you take your pinkie out of me and actually fuck me with your dick; sorry but I just can’t get off with how small your finger is.” It’s his turn to shut the guy up, doing so by throwing his ass back hilting himself on the orc. A burning feeling crawls up his back yet he doesn’t stop as he starting grinding against the tattooed orc until he brings the man to moan.
After a couple of seconds, the orc puts his hands around cat’s waist and keeps him still as he slides his member out until only the tip of his cock is left in Toby. He takes a second to catch his breath before plunging the entirety of his length back into the catfolk with enough force in his thrust that he shakes the stool. His hips smack against the cat’s thighs as he fucks Toby as hard as he can, making a soft pap every time his skin hits the feline’s furred legs. With his eyes closed, he pounds away at the snarky cat before he feels himself growing close the edge. Instead of staying inside of Toby, he pulls out starts furiously jacking off with one hand while the other holds the cat still. It only takes a few strokes before the orc cums, his massive dick twitching as he shoots his load over Toby’s back. The feline is forced to stay put until the orc is done thanks to the heavy hand between his shoulder blades. By the end of it, there’s several white ropes of thick cum along the back of his clothes with a few reaching the nape of his neck. Smiling to himself, the orc lets go of his softening cock and has it slap against the catfolk’s ass. “Well, what do you have to say about that, kit?”
Pushing up and away from the stool, Toby slides off and makes the orc step back so he can stand. Pulling at strings and sleeves, he takes off his top while he tail sways from where it’s perked in the air. “Not the best I’ve ever had.” Shucking off his gears, he’s finally naked when he turns toward the orc and smiles. “But one of the better.”
The orc snorts in amusement before stepping away, leaving Toby to the owner of the bar. The giant demon is still in his seat, head in his hand as it was before while the minotaur chokes on his dick. Kal doesn’t say a thing as he pulls the bartender away from the crotch, revealing how the half man is currently struggling to swallow the load his boss gave him. The last of the demon’s climax spurts out onto the floor, leaving the crowd in awe of how he came without so much as a twitch in reaction. And judging from how the minotaur is having trouble with it, Kal let out a large load, yet his dick stands upright and slick as it waits for Toby to act. He shifts his legs open and with a wave of his hand, invites Toby to do as he pleases with his body. “By all means, take what you paid for.”
The cat licks his lips eagerly and saunters over. "That's the plan," he responds and winks before taking a handful of demon pec in each hand. He kneads the plump and squishy masses, taking delight in their full, pliable curves. While the cat lightly runs his teeth over one of the demon's stiff, peaked nipples, Toby straddles the demon's dick, rubbing his cheeks between his girthy length. He starts off lightly, at first, smearing the demon's seed between his legs. However, it doesn't take long before the cat loses his self-control and starts sloppily rutting against the demon, paying no mind to the mess of fluids dripping down his thighs.
The demon holds still for a moment, letting the cat have his fun with the body he paid for. While the lack of lips makes it hard to read his mood, the twitching shaft wedged between the feline’s cheeks gives a good indication that Toby isn’t the only one enjoying this. Sitting up and letting his hands roam over the feline’s naked form, dull claws raking through skin and fur to leave slight scratches along his body. Those hands of his lower, the back of his fingers dragging along his client's back until stretching out to grab hold of Toby’s ass. He works his fingers, kneading the supple and bruised bottom as a rumble pours out of his chest. Leaning his head towards the cat, he opens his mouth and runs his tongue along the catfolk’s tender neck.
Hot breath washes over Toby and makes him shiver, the goosebumps growing on his arms only getting worse as the demon starts pushing and pulling his ass. The motions are slow but filled with power and the knowledge of it is intoxicating as it has him wanting more. With his head pushed away from the demon’s licking, Toby squeezes onto Kal’s pecs and gets another rumble out of him; the titan returns the gesture by pulling the cat closer, grinding their body together while his fingers move closer to his abused hole. Rolling his hips, Toby grinds his dick into a set of abs and smears pre along the demon’s stomach. “Can’t we just get right to it?”
Kal doesn’t answer with words but rather lifts Toby up as he takes his time in lining himself up with the catfolk’s ass. Fear trickles through Toby as he feels the sheer size of what’s being pressed against his entrance. The hesitation isn’t lost on Kal, the big demon pulling a hand away to run it through the cat’s hair and keep it there. “If it starts to hurt just-”
“Bite down.” Before Kal can speak, Toby tilts his head to the side and exposes his shoulder. The demon’s jaw shifts as he gentle opens and closes his mouth, clearly wanting to say something as he looks at how small and frail Toby is compared to him. He isn’t given a chance to voice his opinion as soft hands cup the sides of his head as Toby brings the demon’s sightless gaze to be on him. “Just hard enough to make me bleed, that’s all. Trust me.” Moving his hands to hold onto Kal’s shoulders, he moves himself until the demon’s cock is pressed against his ass once again. With little else to do, Kal wraps one hand around Toby’s chest as the other stay on his waist. Opening his mouth and placing his teeth along the cat’s delicate skin, he waits for a reaction and relaxes as the goosebump ridden shiver the small guy does. Putting on the pressure, he bites harder and harder until he gets the faintest taste of copper.
With pain running through his shoulder, Toby arches his back and gasps aloud. Before the moment is gone, he grits his teeth and pushes himself down, impaling himself on Kal’s monster with what he could swear is an audible pop. His plan of letting the pain in his shoulder distract him from the pain of entry worked for getting the head inside him, but already the burning in his back is making him twitch. Half falling onto the demon’s chest, he starts panting as he wonders if he bit off more than he can chew. He looks up to find a couple dozen pair of eyes looking back at him, the entire bar watching the scene play out and murmuring in amazement. Straightening up, he plants his hands on the demon’s meaty chest to support himself before turning to look at the minotaur waiting at the side of the chair. Reaching out and grabbing the man’s shoulder, he ends up squeezing hard enough to make him wince. “Bring me something strong.” The bartender doesn’t need to be told twice.
After watching his employee scamper off, Kal puts his attention on Toby, examining the pained expression he has on his face. Releasing his bite, the demon keeps his head where it is as he rolls out his tongue and gently licks over the red marks he put on the cat’s skin. Immediately, Toby lets out a soft moan and melts a little, having to be held up by Kal as he wraps his strong arms around the small of the catfolk’s back. His efforts are returned as Toby starts massaging his pecs and his dick throbs from the touch. When the bartender returns with a bottle of gin, he takes the thing before the catfolk can and bites off the top completely, the cork demolished by his sharp teeth. He offers a delish grin and dangles the bottle in front of the cat, chuckling when Toby snags it. As the lithe feline drinks, Kal shifts where he’s licking to lather the cat’s smooth stomach. Running his long tongue over Toby’s front, the tip of it comes close to his Toby’s crotch, lapping at the head of the cock and licking off a generous drop of pre.
It begins to dawn on the demon that Toby is slowly working his way onto his dick, gravity pulling him down while the gin pulls his attention away from the fact he’s splitting himself in half. With his arms still around the cat, Kal supports him but starts lower him at the same time, a selfish desire to have Toby wrapped around him urging him to let the cat fall. At this point, Toby has taken half of the demon’s length and is on the fast track to taking the rest of it. That is until he pulls the gin away and looks down at the demon, handing the bottle to him as he wonders why he’s not sitting as high as he was before he started drinking. The cat puts a hand to his stomach as Kal pulls his head away, the feline realizing just how much of the demon is inside him and the full feeling accompanies it. He lets out a groan, closing his eyes to try and will away the dull pain.
“Hey,” Toby’s pulls his head up to find Kal about to drink, only stopping so he can talk to the cat. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
He can’t help but grin at the man’s concern. But, as he takes a look around, his eyes wander over to the many faces watching them. “I don’t wanna disappoint all these people, they’re all waiting for a show.”
Kal chuckles as he lifts the bottle. “If you’re so adamant, get to work then.” As he has no lips, the demon simply holds the drink above his head and pours it into his mouth.
Putting his hands back on the demon’s strong shoulders, Toby tenses legs as he readies himself, squirming around to get a feel for how hard this is going to be. He gently lifts himself up and starts sliding off the demon’s shaft, gritting his teeth as his body complains in pinpricks. The pain is ignored and he stops only when the head is left inside him. Pausing to catch his breath, he lets out a gentle purr as Kal’s claws part his fur to put soft scratches along his thighs. Relaxing his legs and slipping back down Kal’s thick length, the catfolk tilts his head back with closed eyes, moaning as he approaches the halfway mark and the full sensation comes back without any pain. Pushing and relaxing his legs in a cycle, he starts to fuck himself with the demon’s dick. Kal watches him as a passive participant, taking the occasional swing as he judges how long the catfolk can last four; considering Toby dealt with three other guys before him, and with how his cock is twitching, it won’t be long until he’s pushed over the edge. The demon’s giant mouth spreads as a wolfish smile comes to him, the likes of which is caused by a wild idea popping into his head. “I think you need a challenge,” As Toby bounces on his shaft, Kal takes hold of the catfolk’s member in his giants hands and squeezes. The reaction from the cat is immediate, a sharp gasp followed by him slamming his hips down, sinking himself lower than he’s gone yet. Firmly stroking that cat’s dick, the massive demon puts a hand on the back of the feline’s head and pulls Toby’s face into his chest, practically smothering him with his pecs as he sandwiches him between them. He laughs when the cat melts into him and grabs hold of his pecs, one in each hand. “Here’s the challenge: make me cum before I make you do and I’ll clear your tab. You can’t make me, but I figured I’d let you try!” He’s forced to shout the last word as Toby drops his weight on the demon, sliding down Kal’s dick and forcing the lot of it inside him.
Gently hissing at the pain, the catfolk takes a moment to gather himself before, regrettably, pulling his face up from Kal’s chest to show his smile. Patting the demon’s cheek, he laughs. “Never tell a cat he can’t do something.” Resting his head between Kal’s pecs, and squeezing them as he does, Toby rocks his hips back and forth. He forces himself to take the demon and works his ass down the length, his face slowly running down the valley in Kal’s chest as he gets lower and lower.
The demon pulls his hands off Toby, rubbing at his face to gather himself before grabbing the cat’s waist and just barely squeezing. He rubs on Toby’s thighs as he’s hidden, touching the soft fur and feeling the delightful little layer of fat on the catfolk’s legs, the soft give of it that makes his ass just wonderful to fuck. Eventually, he puts on hand back up to hold Toby’s head against his chest while the other puts gentle pressure on the cat in hopes that he’ll go down a little further and take his entire dick. His wish is close to coming true as Toby moans into the demon’s chest before sliding down an inch. “Gods, how are you so fucking tight?” His leg bounces and he leans forward, feeling the feline’s legs brush against own as Toby is close sitting in his lap, just a last few couple inches of his outside him. Toby’s answer is muffled murmur accompanied by him squeezing the demon’s meaty chest; Kal enacts his revenge by flexing and squishing the cat’s face with his pecs. It forces a soft mewl out of the feline and he melts in the demon’s hold, relaxing just enough to let the rest of Kal’s monster inside him and his ass lands flush against Kal’s thighs. A growl rolls out of the demon as the cat rolls his hips, working up both of them as their bodies radiate heat off each other.
A groan falls from Toby’s lips as he lowers a hand to his stomach, feeling a bulge of the demon inside him. He bounces on the demon’s lap, openly enjoying himself as he slides along Kal’s length, laughing each time the red giant tenses up and his grip on the feline’s waist gets a little tighter. “And you said you’d last longer.”
Digging his clawed fingers into the catfolk, he starts lifting Toby up and lowering him to his own accord, somewhat using the cat as a toy to fuck and use. Still, restrains himself and growls in the feline’s ears. “I only say it because it’s true.”
Flashing his sharp teeth at him, Toby leans in and smiles. “You sure about that?” Pressing himself against the demon, his hands massage the muscled chest and the demon bucks his hips in response. Toby just grins and pushes his face against Kal’s chest; without warning, he lurches forward and bites down on one of the demon’s pecs, squeezing hard enough make the demon moan loud enough for the entire bar to hear. A few murmurs rise among those crowded around but they go ignored by Kal, the demon too preoccupied with the pain and pleasure running through him, the sensation making him flex his entire body as his cock throbs inside Toby.
He stands up in jerky motions, tossing Toby around and bringing him to slide down the demon’s length, and turns around to face the large chair he was just lounging in. He drops Toby on the cushion and the cat looks tiny in the chair, made to look even smaller by the demon looming over him and deep in his ass. His mouth hangs open as he stares down at Toby, one giant hat enveloping that cat’s shoulder while the other grips the chair by the armrest. Words fail to make their way out of the demon as he sets a pace to fuck Toby to, pulling out of the little feline until just the head of his dick inside before slamming home so that his hips smash against Toby’s ass. He doesn’t hold the cat’s legs up but rather holds them out, half making Toby do the splits as he tries his best to split the cat in half with his rough fucking. Hot breath pushes out from between his sharp teeth, washing over Toby, the likes of which whose eyes are glossed over as his ass is used and abused. With no good way to touch Kal, his hands find their way to his own body and he deftly stroking himself to match the demon’s thrusts as he’s fucked deep into the chair he’s laid upon.
Toby seems to be moving too much for Kal’s taste as the demon puts his weight on the cat and holds him still as he fucks him, the leaning weight causing the chair to shake with every thrust. Fear spikes in Toby when he hears a sharp crack and he waits for a searing pain in his shoulder; relief comes when he looks to the side and sees Kal’s hand, the one not holding him down but gripping the chair, has dug into the would of the armchair and broken it apart. The demon merely drops the wood piece and carries on smashing the cat’s hips into dust. His pacing loses form and seconds after he leans in close until his head is inches from Toby’s. Both hands come to grab the cat’s thighs and hold him down as he gives one last thrust before grunting and unloading in the cat. Having already felt stuffed before, Toby is now filled to the brim as the demon rides out his orgasm inside him, buried deep in his guts and flooding him. Kal does nothing but grunt for the next minute before coming down from his high, although his cock still throbs from inside the catfolk.
After taking a moment to catch his breath, he manages to pull himself together lift the cat, standing and spinning around to sit back in the chair like they were before, minus an armrest. His hands lazily run across the feline’s hair and fur as he looks down at him. A belly laugh comes out of Kal as he peers down at his stomach where Toby was kind enough to cum on his red scales. “Well, fuck. It only took your four guys to get off.”
The feline’s tail curls as it rises in the air. Toby softly smiles as he goes back to resting his head on the demon’s chest. “A shame that we don’t know which of us came first.” Tilting his head to the side, he slow blinks at the demon and starts purring.
Kal only grins. “That pretty face of your won’t make me wipe your tab.” Toby’s eyelids droop but his smile doesn’t vanish. That is until the demon puts a claw under his chin and chuckles. “Although, that mouth is giving me a few ideas of how I can come to forget your debt.” The purring grows louder and Toby snuggles up against the demon, shameless and uncaring of the surrounding crowd who begin to wander off now that the show is over. As Kal plays with the cat’s hair, he jerks his head to the bartender still watching. “Get me a bottle of brandy. The good stuff, too.” As the minotaur walks off, and the crowd is fully gone by now with even the orc, tiefling, and Garaet gone, the demon peers down at Toby. “You ever think about getting a job here, working for me?”
The cat just flicks his tail and smiles. “You couldn’t handle me.” Kal laughs and lets both of them rest for now; a good feeling tells him he’ll have plenty of time with Toby later tonight.
"Feh, that's an easy one." Rolling his shoulders, the human takes a moment to fix his leather armor before answering. The man sits backward in a chair, his arms folded against the backrest as he looks to his companions: a green orc sitting across from him, completely decked out in heavy armor and cradling his favorite warhammer while a blue-skinned elf leans against the orc and business herself with tightening her bowstring. Pointing at the two with an aloft gesture, a show winning grin spreads across his face. "A vampire would be an easy fight, a shoe-in compared to a werewolf. Most werewolves are civil but, if they want to kill you, they can and will kill you. Same with a vampire really, except that vampires love to monologue; while they're going on about how great they are, just shoot a silver arrow in their eye and call it a day." He claps his hands against his thighs as his friends laugh away.
The orc, who's been talking with Henry the past half hour, shakes his head. "Silver is for werewolves, not vampires."
"Eh," With a shrug, the white-skinned human reaches back for his drink. "I'd like to see someone getting socked in the eye with an arrow and try to walk it off." As he talks he notices how Lud is looking to the elf leaning against him and grinning up at her. It takes a moment for the ranger to notice but when she does her eyes are drawn to the two tusks jutting out from Lud's bottom jaw, making his grin look adorable to her. Gail can't help but smile, putting away her bow so she can give her attention to her dork of a boyfriend and they fall into a private discussion of whispers and hushed compliments.
Henry glowers as he's left alone with no one to talk to, the couple being gross and in love while he's dashing and alone.
The man manages to entertain himself by looking about the tavern they're in, the likes of which is bustling with enough people to be busy without so many that it's crowded. A traveling bard is set up in the corner of the bar, the demon earning his living by playing requests that only have the occasional sour note in them. A tiny crowd of three pixies hover around him, dancing to the music while tossing him a couple of copper coins that are a quarter of their height. At one of the tables, two dryads play a game of chess using runes to make blue and red moving phantom portraits of the pieces. He watches as a red tower crashes into a blue rook before moving onto something more interesting. Something moves in the corner of his eyes and he turns towards it, spotting a group of human farmers blowing up as they start whining about the growing prices of feed for their horses and mules. A tray full of food is set down on the table, quelling the farmers' tantrum as no one can bitch if there's a grub in their mouth.
The one who set down the food, a satyr woman who owns the tavern and uses that as an excuse to leave her goat legs bare, strides over to Henry. Being the only one dealing with customers today as her slave that typically helps her is busy in the kitchen, she cuts straight to the point. "Need anything? Rum? Whiskey? A hot meal?" Adjusting the green vest she wears, she nods her head to the side and smiles. "A mana crystal if you're the kind that needs to get their magic back? Or to just get a buzz from it? It's illegal, yeah, but I won't tell." Her plan on cutting to the chase didn't exactly work out as she gets caught up in speaking.
Tossing up a hand, he waves her off. "No, no, we'll be leaving in just a couple of minutes. No point in buying a drink.'
"Suit yourself." The owner shrugs, calling behind her as she goes to check on the customers.
With the satyr gone, Henry puts his attention back on her companions. The elf is holding Lud's head in one hand while the other runs through his braided hair, all the while she's singing in her mother tongue. The orc smiles wider than before as she sings to him something that no one else in the room can understand. But it's in the moment after when Lud realizes his human friend is watching him, which tips off Gail as well, then the both of them are getting rosy in the cheeks as they pull away from each other; the paladin coughing into his fist while the ranger is suddenly very interested in one of her shoulder pads.
Pointing two lazy fingers at them, the warrior clicks his tongue. "So, uh, what was all-"
"I've got a cousin who's a vampire." Gail pipes up in a clear effort to change the subject.
"Really?" Either rolling with his girlfriend's attempt to genuinely interested, Lud tucks his hand under a chin and looks to the elf. He manages to completely keep Henry out of his vision from doing so, making him miss the frown on the human. "How does she feed?"
"She buys livestock and drains them. But on that note," Pointing over at their warrior, the elf wags her finger. "You're spot on about the vampire thing. She talks too much and I can totally see it carrying over to monologuing."
Henry makes a surprised expression, not expecting his bullshit answer to have any weight to it, while Lud perks up. "I heard there was a vampire lord rumored to come here next year. No one's sure if he's trying to take over anything or if it's for a real estate thing."
"Oh, you want rumors?" Resting her weight on the orc, Gail goes back to fiddling with her bow. " "People say that an undead beast kidnapped the princess of Shuin."
"By The Four, that must've caused an uproar." Pulling the chair out from under himself, Henry stands up and starts collecting what little gear he has. "Okay, come on gang, it's about time we head out." The others nod in silent agreement and pack up. A minute later and they're heading out the door, Lud tossing a silver coin to the demon bard on his way out. The three walk into the crisp air of the night, the sky filled by the green moon above them. They're quick to make for the path, leaving the Drunken Goat behind as they carry on with their journey.
It's not long before Henry turns around and starts walking in reverse so he can talk to his companions. "I never shared my rumor, did I? So, some townspeople saw a dragon fly overhead earlier this week, it was circling the area looking for something. They said it's been zipping along around Seindon for a while now. It's yet to attack or anything, but still, some scary shit to know there's a dragon about. Although, it'd be a pretty penny for whoever bags him."
The others mumble in half-hearted agreement, the elf and orc now holding hands and gently sway their linked arms as they walk. Henry crosses his arms as he looks past them to lose himself in thought. Raising a finger, he lets himself trail off. "You know..."
Gail's joy immediately falls away as she stares at the human. "Nature's mercy, please don't tell me you have an idea."
"The worst ones always start with a finger wag and him saying, you know." Lug shakes his head and squeezes the elf's hand as they prepare for the disaster of whatever plan Henry's cooked up.
A vein on the warrior's forehead pulses as he gives both of them their own pointed looks. "We might be able to get that dragon."
"No."
"I called it, another horrible idea."
Putting both hands up, he motions for the two to settle down. "Okay, my plans aren't all that bad." They both look him dead in the eye, not believing him for a second. Now throwing his arms to the sky, he shrugs. "Okay, maybe they are that bad. But I trust this one!"
The paladin grimaces. "I think you're alone in that feeling." A curt nod from the elf confirms what he says.
"Oh come on you guys!" Stopping, he brings them all to a halt and starts tapping the elf with his finger. "You're Glain The Swift, a ranger of impeccable aim with the fastest eyes I've ever seen!" She stands a little bit taller and can't help but smile. Moving on to the orc, he plants a hand his shoulder and shakes it. "And you. You're Ironclad Lud, the paladin who stands tall against any, your faith is unshakable!" The man tilts his chin up, posing for himself as his braids flow in the night's breeze. Stepping back, Henry puts his hands to his own chest and cracks a grin. ""And of course, there's me, a valiant hero beloved by the people and hated by bandits, Henry The Untouchable." Spreading his arms wide, he shouts. "With the three of us together, we could easily take on a dragon!"
A sudden wind blows from behind him, whipping his clothes and making him look heroic as he waits for a reaction. Gail puts a hand to her head and looks down in an attempt to hide her smile. Meanwhile, Lud chuckles and raises his sight to the heavens, giving a silent prayer to Life to send the fool in front of him some sense. A strong gust pushes Henry hard enough to stumble and Gail starts using her hand to cover her eyes, the both of them frown at the sudden strength the wind has gained. Neither are looking up to see what Lud sees. "Back!" He shouts, lurching towards the human to grab his collar and pull him back.
The notion is for nothing as a blur of green crashlands mere feet from them, breaking the ground apart to knock the three off their feet where the immense wind sends them flying backward. While Gail manages to flip through the air to land on her feet, the others skid along the dirt road before coming to a stop. Picking themselves up and readying their weapons, they tread lightly, fanning out as they circle whatever nearly landed on them. Dirt from the landing hangs in the air, clouding their vision and hiding the threat. That is until two immensely large wings raise from the dirt cloud and stretch out dozens of feet into the air, the sheer size of them mesmerizing the party. The wings drop in a single great flap, clearing the clouds away and forcing the three to hold firm against the gust. Free from the obscuring clouds, a beast taller than the two-story tavern and covered in green scales raises its long neck until it's at full height, a snarl on its maw showing rows of sharp fangs. It pulls in its wings, nestling them against a thick scale hide as it straightens out its four legs. A multitude of horns sit on the back of its head, along with a small set on the chin to mimic a beard and beneath a trail of yellow scales run down the neck where it keeps going to cover the underbelly, the likes of which is sizable suggesting the beast feasts regularly. Pupils the shape of slitted diamonds peer down the adventures as the heavy set dragon access them, but all of this is forgotten as the monster begins to growl.
It only cements the resolve of the heroes as they hold their weapons high. "For the throat!" Henry shouts just moments before he charges the dragon, Lud following behind as Gail readies her arrows in the rear. The huge reptile growls louder with every step they take, the sound deafening by the time Henry gets close enough to make use of his blade.
Before he can swing, the dragon raises a foot and flicks a single claw against the human's chest, sending the tiny man back where he crashes into the incoming paladin and takes both of them to the ground. A snort makes its way out of the dragon as it looks at the pile of human and orc when an arrow bounces off his nose. Piercing grey eyes turn on her and Gail's body fails her as she can't pull away from the intense gaze of the monster. By now, Henry has picked himself up and is once again running towards the beast, his knuckles white from his grip on the sword.
"Stop!"
The man is physically pushed back by the dragon's roar, having to sink his blade into the ground to anchor himself to prevent him from falling. Lud and Gail come up behind him, the both of them wearing the same confused and terrified expression as Henry. With the adventurers no longer attempting to attack him, the dragon rests his flank against the ground as he sits on his haunches. A purple poison mist is bubbling at his lips before he swallows it down and speaks in a deep, resonating voice. "You three clearly have no the slightest idea on how to slay a dragon, do not attempt to do so less you seek a swift end." The growl in the dragon's throat grows in intensity as he glares down at the humanoids. "And need I say you should not attack stranger?"
Henry manages to find himself as he forces himself to stand tall. "You can speak?"
The dragon ceases examining the party as a whole as his focus tunnels on the human alone. He tilts his head to the side and the faintest mocking tone can be heard in his voice. "Indeed I can, as you should not be doing if you wish to stay alive." Raising a foreleg, he places it closer to the party and digs his claws into the ground to easily tear into the soil. "Do keep in mind that I have not had dinner this day and you are a food source for me."
"All of us?" Lud stammers while he holds his mace like a safety blanket.
The dragon flicks his wings and gives the paladin a wide, tooth-filled grin. "Some of you more than others. I have a preference for those who have some meat on their bones."
The orc squeaks and Gail places herself between her boyfriend and the beast. "What do you want?" She manages to not shake nor give hint to the terror in her voice when she barks at him.
Within a second, the grin vanishes. "Ah yes, the reason I am here." The reptile nods to himself as he looks over all three of them. "But first. When you three imagine a dragon in your minds, does a ruthless killer without mercy come to mind?" They all give some sort of yes, although none of them speak it. "Good, then you know exactly what I am." He doesn't smile this time. Rising, the dragon begins to walk slow circles around them, never once actually looking to them as he talks. "Now I will make you a deal. If none of you attack me, again that is, and so long as one of you gives me the information I need, I will let all of you go without any harm."
Henry springs forward to shout. "We don't make deals with-"
A blue hand clamps over his mouth and yanks him back as Gail takes over. "And what might you need, sir dragon?"
The dragon snorts. "Sir?"
"I'm trying my best to not bitten in half."
Closing his eyes, the dragon nods. "At least you are a woman of sense. Now then," His tail flickers behind him, sometimes wandering close enough to the party to scare them. "I have been told there is an enchanted rabbit in this area yet I have spent days being unable to find them."
"Enchanted?" Lud asks despite the situation.
The dragon stops stalking them to groan. "An animal with a mind capable of developed thought, sapience if you will. Along with this, they hold the ability to speak. I suppose the description is much like myself, but instead of it being an entire species like the dragons, enchanted animals are unique cases where only individuals become enchanted and not species." The orc's mouth gaps as it clicks but clicks shut when the dragon moves his head within a foot from the group without warning. "Now, one of you tell me where I can find this rabbit and will let-"
A roar tears through the land as a sword clashes against the bridge of dragon's nose. As the beast reels back snarling with eyes ablaze, Henry takes a step toward him with his blade held high. "I will not stand idle as you threaten my friends!"
Gnashing his teeth, the dragon pulls himself together and looms over the human. "I am through with being civil!" With a single swipe of his claws, he knocks the warrior's feet out from under him. Henry lands on his chest but is never given the chance to pick himself up as a scaled foot falls upon him. The dragon doesn't flinch as bones crack beneath his weight and he grinds his heel into the dirt to ensure the human's death. Looking to the surviving elf and orc clinging to each other, he growls. "Tell me where the rabbit is." They flinch but stay silent, leaving him to stomp his blood covered foot and roar. "Now!"
Gail trambles, but not nearly as much as the quivering paladin she keeps behind her. "The enchanted lives in the forest!" The dragon backs off as she talks and she points to behind the beast. "There's a massive forest just southwest of here, there's only a single enchanted rabbit in the area."
"Details woman, give me details!" Bringing his head close to them, the dragon shows all of his sharp fangs, his heavy breathing accented by a faint purple mist slipping between his teeth.
Despite only a little of the dragon's poison escaping him, it's enough to bring Lud into a coughing fit as his throat begins to burn. Gail nearly follows suit but the paladin is quick to cast a healing spell on both his hands, one for the elf while the other is for himself. The blue-skinned woman leans away as the dragon snarls. "There's nothing more to say, believe what I tell! The rabbit isolates herself from the world and lives in the depth of nature where no trail leads to them. They say she lives in a stump, but only those who hunt for the enchanted will find where the rabbit resides!" Her breath catches as the dragon turns his head and brings his giant eye just inches from her. The pupil is lined with a grey-blue and she can see her own reflection in it.
"You tell the truth." With a blink, he pulls his head back up to his full height. Beginning to turn to the direction he was pointed to. Stopping only to wipe his foot clean of blood, the dragon walks down the path and is quick to leave the terrified couple to their own devices.
Alone, he looks out to the fields of foot high grass, the blades swaying in the wind as they bask in the moon's green light. A laugh erupts out of him as he recalls nearly crushing the party of adventures when he first went to talk to them. "And they believed they could kill a dragon. Outrageous." The beast has a slight smile on his face as he strolls down the trail, gently humming a song as he goes on his way.
Now for some time I’ve been talking about how I’m working on a novel called Trail of Tales. Well now it’s done, and I’ll be uploading chapters of it along with continuing work on my short stories, so hopefully, they’ll be more updates.
To keep up with the posted chapters, check the ToT tag.
Cause why not? But really it’s because some peeps on discord ( @punkpoppunkpop @aurumdragonfly and a few others) wanted to know what kinda boyfriend their favorite monsters would be, and I was happy to oblige.
Orc
You met him by walking past while he was training and you stopped to watch.
With an audience, he felt the need to really show off and go hard to show just how strong he is.
He sauntered up to you expecting you to be smitten.
You were, but you caught him off guard with your praise from calling him cute.
He got flustered, which made him stutter, which made him even more flustered.
At least once a day you remind him of how much of a dork he was when yall first met.
He hushes you by wrapping you up in a bear hug where he squeezes just tight enough to keep you from speaking.
He really likes carrying you around.
Play with his beard and he'll melt.
Loads more under the cut.
(Shoot an ask if you want a headcanon of a species that isn’t listed)
Wyvern
You originally met because he was hunting you but then he got so caught up in talking with you that he forgot he was hungry.
Regularly takes you on flying trips because he likes flying and likes spending time with you, so doing both is amazing to him.
Has no arms so he uses his neck to wrap around and "hug" you.
Tends to perch (like a bird) on anything and everything.
Gets overexcited and tackles you to the ground if you've been apart.
Immediately apologizes.
Loves to smother you with kisses at a rapid-fire pace.
Curls around and tucks you under his wing when it's time for bed.
Cuthulu
You just wanted to swim in the ocean when you happen to cut yourself and managed to bleed in just the wrong or right spot to summon him.
Horrifying cause he's over 20 stories tall and doesn't like shrinking down.
Still shrinks down so he can be held by you when he's feeling touched starved.
Has trouble speaking any human language so he uses his hands for communication.
Sometimes forgets that you need air to breathe and his kisses leave you light headed.
Most people go mad if they look into his eyes, so do you but you fall mad in love.
Knows people are afraid of him, but he wants to be with you so he sneaks around to steal you away for a trip to the ocean floor (don't worry, he has a way to let you breathe.)
His Earth home is a massive cave littered with glittering crystals.
Kobold
He’s absolutely teeny, not to mention tiny, but he acts like he's the biggest man around.
Shout everything without realizing it.
He's just really energetic.
Feels the need to defend your "honor" from everything.
Sometimes he'll try to fight someone for just looking at you.
You have to stop him cause he really isn't a fighter.
Despite his mishaps, he loves you more than anything.
When you asked why he “protects” you so much, he said kobolds always protect their treasure.
Seriously, he's like waist high.
Really good at fixing things tho, not a single door in your house squeaks and he fixed you A/C in under an hour.
Robot
Large and in charge.
Literally, he's 8 feet and built with the purpose of being a security guard.
After his day job is over, he goes and spends the rest of his time with you.
Doesn't need sleep, just to recharge, so if he's plugged in then he can stay up with you all night.
Or really until you fall asleep
To sleep in bed with you, you two installed a special charging station in your bedroom that use cords to charge him and allow him to lay in bed with you.
The cords are on his back so he's always the big spoon.
A very, very big spoon.
Constantly upgrading his body to be more comfortable for you.
His latest upgrade was heating plates for when you're cuddling together.
Sometimes speaks in robot which is apparently a thing they don’t like doing in front of humans and it’s a whole lotta beeps and whirrs before he remembers who he's talking to and tries again.
Minotaur
The biggest grump you know.
Although he's notably less grumpy with you than he is with others.
A scowl is always on his face but sometimes he forces it to keep up his image.
"What do you mean I need new clothes? My loincloth only has three tears in it."
Excellent sense of direction.
Really likes tight spaces.
Won't admit that he likes it when you're sitting on his shoulders.
Run your fingers through his leg fur and it'll bristle.
Hates the cold and will shamelessly use you as a personal heater.
Mummy
Actually woke up in a museum, you were the only one around at a time.
At an utter loss of why he's not in the afterlife.
He followed you home thinking it was a path to the beyond.
Was not happy when he learned it wasn't.
Not all too concerned because he thinks he'll get there eventually.
Calmed down but didn't leave your home because he had nowhere else to go.
Still thinks he's in Egypt and that only a few years have passed since his death.
Won’t tell you who he was in life because he knows that it bugs you that you don’t know who he was.
Doesn't like seeing what's under his wraps but will show you if asked.
After a while, he learns he has a bit of magic and can levitate things.
Levitates you towards him and wraps you up (He doesn't get the joke) in his arms so he has something to hold.
Doesn't actually realize he's falling for you until months later when you're already practically a couple.
Thinks technology is magic even a year has passed since he woke up and you’ve explained what a smartphone is seven times now.
Kaiju
Walks around on four legs and is as big as a 15 story building.
Regularly gets in fights with other kaiju, wins every other one.
Will come home (to your home, his is the ocean) victorious and start gloating about how amazing he is until you join in.
It’s because he adores your praise.
If he lost, he'll be whimpering for you to take care of him (can't do much other than kiss it better but he has regeneration.)
You're starting to wonder if he gets in so many fights so you'll give him attention.
Speaks broken English and his voice is gravely.
Lays on top of you if you try to leave when he doesn't want you to.
Doesn't care that your work won't take "a giant kaiju sat on me" as an excuse for being late.
Eastern Dragon
"Respect your elders" any time you disagree with him in the slightest.
Always floating around, hasn't touched the ground or been still in 50 years.
Stubby arms.
He's sensitive about it.
Twirls his mustache and cackles like a villain when he's being a little shit.
"I'm the most humble person I know."
Sometimes he'll take you up in the air and hold you in his coils to get you alone.
Changes size a lot, sometimes he's the size of a train and sometimes he's the size of a shoelace.
Gives dumb people sass but has yet to sass you.
Werewolf
Sometimes you wonder if he's a werewolf or a weregolden retriever.
Always eating but never gains weight. (A nice combination of a good metabolism and a daily shape-shifting transformation that burns through thousands of calories.)
Snerks when someone starts talking about an “Alpha” werewolf.
Sheds like a bitch. (He DOES get the joke)
His kisses are just lots of face licks.
Will start gnawing on your leg/arm if you ignore him too much.
If you're not physically touching him to some extent he gets upset.
Super fluffy and surprisingly muscular.
Prefers his meats raw.
Doesn't like fish.
At all.
An utter slut for head scritches.
Skeleton
A total jokester.
Feels weird being naked.
Will be naked for a prank tho.
Skeletor is his idol.
Part-time job at the high school science lab.
Knows every vine and meme there is.
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Uses his bones to play songs.
Don't call him sans.
Don't ask him for a hand either, he'll toss his detached hand to you.
"I've got a boner"
"Rattles me bones!"
Dressed up as Jack Skellington for Halloween.
Deathclaw
Originally tried to kill you but you were so pitiful cute that he stopped.
Once he deemed that you’re not a threat, he started ignoring you.
Because your home is so close to his, his started seeing you as a part of his territory.
Eventually stopped being agitated by you and grew comfortable enough to not be on guard around you.
Rescued you from a bandit raid once but wouldn’t let you go home after, took you to his home.
It’s your new home, he’s your new roommate.
Always wants you in his sight, he’ll follow you if you leave and corral you back to his cave if you wander too far off.
Intelligent but doesn’t speak a lick of English, although has come to learn and react to a few key phrases “Hi, Love you, Fuck.”
That last one has led to a few problems when you shouted it in pain and he misinterpreted it.
If he spends enough time outside in the day, he’ll glow in the dark in his cave.
It used to make you sick but you grew used to it you might have radiation poisoning.
He doesn’t care for his glowing body parts until he noticed your interest in him grows when he glows.
Allows you to freely explore him.
“Laughs” when you touch his teeth (he doesn’t understand why you’re fascinated by them but they’re so big that you just have to touch.)
Wyvern 2.0
So liked that he got an encore
When he’s excited, he wags his tail but that makes him lose balance, so sometimes he’ll fall over when he first sees you.
The lack of arms means he uses his head to nudge everything, and his tongue when it’s something delicate to handle.
Definitely a morning person.
He always wakes up before the sun rises, but he won’t try to leave the bed/nest until you’re up as well.
While you sleep, and especially while he’s waiting for you to wake up, he combs his wing tips along your soft spots because he likes the face you make when you’re comfortable.
Can not be faulted being too big, you’re just too small.
Really likes emeralds for some reason, he’s not sure why.
When you lie next to him, you can hear his heartbeat and how it beats faster from you being near.
Trent
A self-appointed guardian of the forest.
Said forest is in your backyard.
Notices you taking care of plants and thinks of you as a friend.
Shocked when he reveals himself and you get excited.
He expected you to be scared, not bouncing with excitement.
Indulges you in your request to know more about him and shows all he can do, from manipulating plants to lifting boulders.
Turns smug when you’re in awe of his body but is humbled from how soft you are and how much he likes touching you.
Compares you to that of a flower and himself as a tree.
After that day, he starts inviting you to tea using the herbs he grows and shows off his pretty flowers.
Gives you a flower crown that’s enchanted to never wilt.
Fascinated by the glass objects in your house.
Feels guilty for tracking dirt into your house.
Gryphon
You’ve actually known him since he was a child because you two grew up together.
Separate homes tho, his family lived in a forest beside your family’s home.
You both know the ins and outs of each other what with you two being best friends.
Puberty treated him very well and he grew to be very strong.
In time, the aftermath of your wrestling sessions (if you win it’s only because he LET you win) went from the two of you finding food to laying together and watching the sky.
He can’t speak aside from squawking, so you have to carry the conversations along.
You can typically ride on his back to get to places.
He bumps his beak against your head in his way of giving kisses.
Belly rubs slay him.
Taurus Demon
Very open about his sexuality.
Also one of the bigger demons around so he doesn’t worry about much.
Spends his time waiting for the chosen undead laying around with you.
Likes it when you’re laying on top or against him cause it lets him play with you.
Happy rumbles when he sees you.
“Look at my boyfriend! He’s so fucking small!”
Really wants to train you to fight.
Lays in a bed of fire with you on top of him, his body protecting you from the heat.
Really blushy if he ever forgets his loincloth.
Doesn’t realize that shouting at people to not look will only draw their attention.
Capra demon
Tall but feels short for a demon.
Actually a really good dancer (he pretends he’s using his swords.)
Dog person.
Likes to get into “friendly” competitions with you.
He’ll try to let you win but he’s too competitive.
Wants to explore the world with you.
Thinks magic is really cool.
Fuck shields tho.
Really likes being the little spoon.
Mothman
You two met underneath a flickering street lamp.
Neither of you actually noticed each other until he bumped into you.
You screamed, he fluttered his wings.
When you both calmed down, he gave you a curious look cause he expected you to run.
He’s really tall and you have crane your neck to see his face, but all you see are two red eyes.
He wanders off and something in the back of your head tells you to follow.
He brings you to a small opening in a forest where fireflies float about.
He plops down and you sit beside him.
He opens up fast and wraps an arm/wing around you as you both watch the show the bugs put on for you.
You do this every week without ever saying a word.
Last time you two met, he planted a kiss on your forehead and you two fell asleep on the ground, laying together.
You are being haunted but you quickly realise the ghost is a former writer, who’s still very interested in their craft. Making a deal you quickly become famous but the relationship begins to sour, taking it’s toll on you. You want out and it’s time to face The Ghost Writer.
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