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He doesn't have a particular criterion. He tells himself and others who dare to be nosy enough to inquire that he’ll simply know when he finds it. It also doesn't mean that he doesn't get pent up from time to time, taking on partners for the task, but never marking or breeding them.  

Years go by, but he never loses patience. It’s not like the matter ever required any. He knows that if it’s out there, the time will come. If not, then so be it.  

However, the time does align one day. It's not as obvious as he expected. He sees you for the first time, and he doesn't know—he thinks. He wonders. He inspects. 

The moment your eyes meet his, it's not an explosion. It's the slow up and down dance of a scale that's just had weight added to the other side. He's met plenty of others who he would consider spiritually equal, but the balance has never been quite right. The more he sees of you, the more he gets the feeling that the shape of your existence is distributed in such a way as to perfectly counterbalance his. The scale still bobs up and down like the changing of the tides. 

Just as the moon exposes itself more and more throughout its cycle, so does your allure. It’s the clarity of your tone, the tilt of your chin when you stand, the steadiness in your step, and the perception in your eyes. It’s the strangest thing for him to think the world needs more of that, and yet to want to keep it all for himself. He wonders if he simply hungers for prey.

The moon is days away from being full. You agree to train with him, but you both know it’s a test. Varka confirms that you’re just as much of a predator as he is. Unlike him, however, you don’t use your fangs. You’re the clever kind, reading his intentions, constricting his body with your legs, fogging his mind with your intoxicating, venomous scent until he believes he might lose himself. He almost stakes his claim in the moment, but there is yet to be placidity over the fulcrum. 

Like he always believed, time, location, and company align. The moon happens to not only be full, but also closer to Teyvat. Gravity is affected, albeit subtly. It's just enough to play on the masses on the scale. The push and pull dance comes to an end, and the animal lodged within him when he gained the title Knight of Boreas rouses in the moment of stillness and balance. 

The day of the full moon, Varka awakens to a different reflection. The blue of his eyes barely shines through the oily amber sheen coating his corneas. His jaw aches, making room for the growth of his fangs. Most notable are the inhuman ears poking out of his thicker and fuller hair—pointed, fuzzy, and so much more perceptive—and a tail matching the dusty gray of his ears. 

He isn’t concerned with the changes in appearance. The change to his internal balance takes the forefront of his concern. He’s hot. He’s hungry. He feels like he’s about to explode and collapse at the same time. There’s a thud of his heart that hits harder than the rest of the beats. Blood surges. Rushing. Rushing. Rushing until it’s as though something is going to tear in his abdomen. 

He bolts out of his quarters. Knights try to address him, but he can’t even register their faces. The moon is out, huge and bright in the sky, laughing at him. There’s an urge to yell at it, but he won’t stop for such a futile action. With the wind at his tail and instinct guiding him, a primordial voice persuades him to seek what will release him. It feeds his mind with primal images, making his steps heavier, but the sense of urgency stronger. 

By the time he gets to your quarters, only a shred of his human rationale remains to knock rather than force his way through the door—albeit a very insistent and alarming knock. When you open the door, the sight of your face causes another thud of his heartbeat. Varka reaches and grips the doorway to keep himself upright through the agony of his veins swelling. Saliva pools around his tongue, making him lick his lips and swallow. 

“Sorry,” he rasps, tail swishing behind him. “Needed to see you.” 

He steps in. You step back. He doesn’t take his eyes off you even as he closes the door behind him. Without fresh air, his scent quickly fills up the entire unit—heady, musky, peppery. Your pupils go wide as you shift your weight from foot to foot. It takes every ounce of will for him not to pounce. His blood surges again. It’s impossible to ignore the tightness in his pants. The outline of his cock throbs prominently, already staining the fabric with leaking dabs of precum. 

“I’m not quite feeling myself today,” he says as he shamelessly traces a finger over his erection, breath heavy and hitching. 

You wet your lips, unable to hide the intrigue in your eyes. Sweetness rolls off you in waves, spread by the subtle rubbing of your thighs together. 

“I can see that,” you say, taking in not only the lewd bulge in his pants, but his lupine features as well. “A rut, if I had to guess.” 

“Yeah? I’m no expert. My cock is killing me, though,” Varka says as it painfully throbs against his pants. “Got any idea how to get through it?” 

You take a deep breath, his scent clearly having an effect. 

“You’re the one who came to me. I suppose you already have an idea.”

True. In hindsight, he knew from the start what you would be to him, but that was when he was all human—they practice tact in such matters. But the beast speaks now, and he is not beholden to modest approaches. 

He takes another step forward. There’s nowhere to go with a wall behind you. 

“Say it,” he demands. “I need you to say it.” 

“And if I don’t? Will you take care of it by force?”

“Don’t,” he growls, flashing his canines. Every second that goes by has him throbbing harder, pouring out more and more of his scent, and making it impossible to ignore the subtle signs of your arousal. “I’m still a knight beholden to the code.”

“Oh?” You smile. “Let’s test that.” 

Varka’s eye twitches, though he supposes this is exactly why his instincts chose you. You peel yourself off the wall and remove your sweater, dropping it to the floor. Next to come off are your socks, then your top. It takes all of his pride and will to not dive after each clothing item and drown himself in the smell. The last item to come off is your pants. To him, it’s as though the lid has been lifted to a delicious roast, letting the tantalizing scent waft through the room. 

“Touching yourself?” You say, eyeing the way he palms his cock over his pants. He didn’t even notice what his hands were doing. 

“Don’t care. Gotta hold myself back somehow.” 

He can’t help it. The sight of you just in your underwear is mind-melting. He has never once hated his title of Knight of Boreas, but right now, it feels like a curse. The title is chained to his nature by magic—binding him to the honor of a knight but with the will of a beast. It’s as though you and the moon are one in the same, taunting the beast and probing the knight. 

“I’m not cruel. I just want to enjoy the final steps of our mating dance,” you say, once again, wetting your lips. 

Varka growls low, nostrils flaring at the acknowledgment of what this is. He grasps his cock more tightly, noting the unfamiliar form of a knot forming at the base. 

“You say that, but I’m dying over here,” he says.

“So dramatic. Fine then, I’ll wrap it up,” you tease with a light laugh and cross your arms over your chest. “On your knees.” 

“What?” He huffs, taken aback that you would make such a demand of him right now. Surely you’re—

“On your knees,” you repeat, though this time you reach down and run a finger over the damp fabric of your panties. “Knights shouldn’t have an issue bending the knee.” 

The beast submits to the code of the knight. Varka lowers himself to the floor, wincing as his cock struggles against the shift of his pants. You step forward, and he reaches out to grab the soft meat of your thighs. He looks up at you, patience and frustration warring in his eyes. The smell of your arousal is a cooked steak in front of a starving animal. 

“Go on,” you say, running your hand over his blond hair and a soft, pointed ear. 

He shoves his face right in, pressing his nose right into your clit, inhaling the intoxicating scent that plunges straight down to his aching cock. So much precum soaks the front of his pants that if not for the furious desire for release, he would think he’d already let go of a load. His mouth waters, urging him to part his lips and lap up the juices soaking through your panties. He fully wraps his arms around your thighs, forcing you to clutch into his hair for balance as he hungrily indulges in the aroma.

He swears he can feel your clit swelling against his tongue as a mixture of your juices and his saliva drips down the back of his throat. His hips move on their own, desperate for any friction, even if it’s just the damp inside of his pants. Curses get lost in the incessant movement of his mouth against your clothed cunt. He needs to fuck you, to breed you, but he can’t tear himself away from the succor of eating you out. 

“V-Varka!” You cry out between moans and ragged breaths. “That’s—mmmm! I’m ready. Please.”

He stops, tongue still pressed to your clit. It’s as though a blade has been lifted from his neck. Everything is more clear and in focus. The beast can move freely. 

He doesn’t waste another moment, letting go only to tear off his sweat-soaked coat and tunic.  He pulls you down to the ground with him, rolling over top of you with a feral grin. He’s tuned in to everything: the attraction in your eyes, the shine of your lips, the way your chest rises and falls, the sweet aroma of your need for him—the need for what he’s about to do. 

“Last chance to stop this,” he says as a courtesy. He’s almost certain he can’t stop. “Otherwise, I’m not going anywhere until I know for sure that you’re carrying my pups.” 

You swallow, bringing his attention to your neck and the fact that he wants nothing more than to sink his fangs into it. 

“That’s the plan,” you say with a playful smile and small nod. 

It shouldn’t be as sexy as he finds it. He curses and uses one hand to undo his belt and pants, breathing in relief when his cock is free of the confines. He kicks and pushes the clothing away. Finally, he can indulge in having you in his arms. 

He kisses to steal your breath. You kiss to electrify his nerves. His tongue dives between your lips, rolling and licking against yours. His hard, throbbing cock is pressed to your belly, spreading an obscene amount of precum over your skin as he mindlessly moves his hips against you to the sound of your moans. He craves more and more—your nails clawing at the scarred skin of his shoulders, the way your tongue sends jolts through his body, the sweet and wanton sounds from your throat. 

Reaching between your bodies, he finds the front of your bra and pulls at it, letting the edges and straps dig into your skin until it snaps. The feel of your hardened nipples against his palm is the only thing that coerces his lips to leave yours in favor of sucking on your tits. The way your chest arches off the ground while your nails scratch against his scalp has him slipping further and further into the heat of his rut. He keeps suckling on your nipple, convinced that you’ve already come undone by the way your whole body trembles and the debauched cry you let out. 

“Please, please! I want it, please,” you beg, squirming your hips to press and rub the leaky head of his cock into the wettest patch of your underwear. Your pussy is practically making out with the tip through the fabric with the way it clenches, hoping to pull him in with every squeeze. 

“Yeah? Weren’t you the one who wanted to prolong the mating dance?” He teases, though it’s hard not to completely give in to your pleas. 

“And you,” you say, still desperately rubbing yourself against him, “You said you were dying.” 

He chuckles and moves his face to kiss the corner of your lips. It’s true, though he feels more in control now, calmed by the fact that he knows he’ll be inside of you and relieving the ache in his entire core. 

“Still have it in you to be cheeky with me? We’ll see how much you have to say once you’re filled to the brim with me,” he says as he helps you out by pressing his hips into you, letting you feel the length of his cock against your folds. 

He swiftly rips away your panties that might as well be wet tissue at this point. Leaning back on his haunches, he takes a moment to admire you, his mate, and the swell and shine of your lips, your pert nipples, the trail of precum on your stomach, and most importantly, the mess smeared on your thighs. 

He can’t help himself. He grabs your legs and pushes them up so he can bury his face in your cunt unobstructed. You cry out for him to hold on, that you just want him to fuck you already, but he can hardly hear over the wet sounds of him devouring your essence. He adjusts his hold, gripping your thighs and ass from below, using his strength to pump your hips up and down, from nose to tongue to chin and back up again. Only when he’s completely covered in your scent is he satisfied. 

“That’s more like it,” he says, cheeks and chin shining with slick and spit. He turns his head and nips the inside of your thigh, earning a weak yelp from you. 

He moves up your body, stopping to kiss the space beneath your belly button, knowing it’ll be home to his pups. The prospect excites him. He’s always known he’s been cut out for being a father, serving as a patriarchal figure for the nation and all, but right now, he can’t imagine the lives that don’t exist yet. It’s the mental image of you swollen and plump with his young that sends a surge of thrill through him, right down to his already impossibly stiff cock. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait,” Varka rasps, shifting to nestle his hips between your thighs. 

The underside of his cock slips and slides against you, dragging the frenulum up and down over your clit. Both of you pant in anticipation as he brings his face to yours, leaning down and swiping his dripping tongue against the tip of yours. He drops his weight, devouring you in a kiss. The tip of his cock catches your entrance while you grind into each other, but slips away. 

However, just like the dance of the scale, everything falls even and perfectly aligned. He pushes himself in slowly. It’s welcoming despite the thickness. You gasp and shudder, rolling your head against the floor until he steadies you with his hands and another deep kiss. Soon enough, he’s settled in up to the bulb of his knot. 

“Fuuuuck,” he swears against your lips with a low rumble. “Fuckin’ perfect fit.”

Even though you’re completely stretched, you still manage to squeeze and pulse around him, beckoning him to move. He obliges, not even attempting to take it slow. He can’t take it anymore, and he knows you can. The wetness, the way your cunt grips him, your delicious moans and cries, all tell him you want this just as bad as he does. 

“Varka!” You cry out, adding red streaks to the scars on his back. “Gonna go crazy!” 

“That’s it. Scream my name. Let everyone know who’s fucking you, that you’re getting mated and bred. They’re all gonna know,” he huffs against your neck, teasing it with grazes of his sharp teeth. 

He drives himself into you harder, matching the volume of your wanton moans with loud slaps of his balls and knot against the sticky wetness of your cunt. He lifts his head and watches you lose control—unable to keep your eyes focused or form words. The tight grip of your walls tells him what your lips can’t. 

“Gonna come already? Do it! Come for me, and I’ll shove this fat knot inside of you. Give you what you really want.” 

He pushes himself up on his knees so he can grab one of your legs and hold it to his body for leverage. It hits different in this position. The curve of his cock has the head rubbing at some insane spot deep inside you. You desperately grab for anything to hold onto, but find nothing. Varka gets a clear view of how your back arches off the ground, the way your chest heaves, and your face helplessly succumbing to the mind-scrambling pleasure. He can even see your foot flexing and scrunching out of the corner of his eye as he presses his cheek to your extended calf. 

“Yeah? Feelin’ that good on my cock?” He coos. “Wait ‘til you feel my knot.”

He doesn’t slow down, determined to prolong your blissful state and bring you there over and over again. His effort is rewarded from the orgasm. Your cunt is greedy, practically sucking in his knot without him having to press in much harder. 

“Fuuucking—mmmggf!” He groans. “You really wanted it, yeah? Want my knot and my pups that bad?”

He picks up your other leg and leans forward, folding you in half and letting his weight push his cock even deeper. His hips are locked into yours by the knot, but he still grinds into you, nearly kissing your cervix with the very tip. 

“You feel that? My cum is going straight into your womb as soon as I bust, and you're gonna take it all. No going back. How do you feel about that?” 

You don’t answer. However, the walls of your hungry cunt squeeze and massage his shaft and knot, milking him for all he’s promised you. Varka sees stars, making him chuckle at how badly you want it and how close he is to giving it to you. He stirs his hips, rocking his sealed cock into you. You grip even tighter around him, panting and whining. 

“Ohhh fuck,” he groans and releases your legs from the press he has you in. 

You wrap your legs around his lower back, ankles locked by his tail, pulling him in as close as he can get. He sinks into your body, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck and licking your pulse. So warm, and wet, and needy, and sweet. He hears you attempting to form words amongst your whimpering. 

“What was that?” He says into your neck. 

“Nnnnn! Ahh! I….Ple-! Mmmm! Pups. Give me pups!” 

Varka’s eyes flash. His knot swells impossibly tighter. He rubs his cock inside you as much as he can move it, feeling the slick warmth of your pussy all around. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Gonna fill you up—knock you up!” 

One more quiver of your cunt is the final stroke his cock needs to release spurt after spurt of thick, white-hot cum directly into your most fertile region. Your body shakes in his hold as you gasp and moan at the sensation of being pumped full. He’s never had a release like this. He can’t stop, as though it’s a limitless volume of seed pouring out. He muffles a proud groan by biting the soft side of your neck, marking you and claiming you in more ways than one. 

“Fuuuck!” He growls, releasing the bite on your neck. “That’s it. Take it all. Get fuckin’ nice and pregnant for me.” 

He blissfully laps up the thin trickling of blood from the bite. His hips twitch and contract as the final gushes of cum empty themselves inside of you. He’s spent, but still keeps you locked in place and plugged up with his cock. 

Slowly, you begin to relax your hold on him, letting your feet find the floor and your hands slide down to rest on his shoulders. It’s challenging, like waking up in the morning, to lift his head from your neck. However, getting to gaze up your face in the afterglow is worth it. Both of you are so ruined with strands of hair stuck to the layers of sweat and whatever other fluids likely spread around. He thinks you’re more beautiful than the moon. 

“Feeling better?” You ask, still finding your voice and breath. 

Varka chuckles. He does feel a bit of his human sense coming back to him. 

“I feel something, that’s for sure. Are you alright?” 

“I’m alright. Confused, but alright,” you say with a tired smile.

“Confused?” He’s running on too much of a high to feel guilty, but it isn’t the description he wanted to hear. 

“Well, I mean, you literally turned into a bit of an animal.” 

Varka blushes and finally pushes himself off and out of you so he can run a hand over his lupine ears. He never stopped to question how or why he ended up in this state. For whatever reason, it makes enough sense to him. It feels right. 

“Sore too,” you say as you slowly sit up and try to loosen the parts of your body that were in contact with the floor. You wince as you stretch your neck, bringing your fingers up to touch the bite mark. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he says sheepishly. He’s not sorry. 

He reaches out and pulls you into his chest. Even if he’s not sorry, he feels the strong urge to comfort you in any way he can. With large, rough hands, he smooths over your arms and back, resting his cheek on the crown of your head. 

“I’ll move us somewhere more comfortable in a moment before we do it again. You can bite me, too, this time.” 

“Again?” You question, though you don’t sound repulsed by the suggestion. 

“Well, yeah. The moon is still full. We have plenty of time before it’s even at its highest in the sky,” he says as his lip twitches into a feral smirk. “And then we’re really going to be in for it.” 

a/n: euuuughh blehhhh nobody look at me. thank you van morrison for the title.

Ping! - The phone notification startled you. Almost causing you to mess up your careful application of eyeliner.

“Oh Gods! Really!?” You had but a moment to prepare yourself before you felt an all too familiar tongue dive into your portal.

You braced against the sink, manicured nails clawing at the porcelain surface as your velvety walls were assaulted by a heated attack barely reaching your cervix.

He felt hungry. Maddeningly desperate to brush the tip of his pointed tongue against that part of you that had your walls clamping down on him.

Within seconds your Regular had your breaths turn to gasps and your thighs parting, as if waiting for a thicker intrusion.

"Getting one last taste in before I close for the night, huh?” You asked no one in particular. It wasn't like the hunk of a reptile on the other end of your portal could hear you.

You squeezed around him, rolling your hips in time with the strokes of his mouth. You were rewarded by two fingers spreading you wider and your back arched with the welcome penetration.

Your legs nearly buckled out from under you when his claws scraped along your inner walls. A cry bouncing off the bathroom walls as the Regular began fingering you at a rapid pace.

Even when this man was stuffing you with his long, slender digits- he was so utterly careful it was sinful.

Other Monsters had attempted to use their hands while pleasuring themselves with your portal. But every time their talons caused discomfort or pain. Twice your Handlers had to remove a Patron that had gotten too frisky with your portal, causing small cuts in areas you found excruciatingly painful.

But this Regular? A Lizard-Man who visited your portal every Friday evening, paying for a full afternoon in a private room- was the exception to your ‘no claws allowed’ boundary.

He was just…so dominantly tender with your pussy it made your head spin. He took his pleasure from you like you owed him a life debt. But he was always mindful of your body’s limits.

On days your walls couldn't handle both his cocks- he wouldn’t shove them in or get aggressive. Instead, he’d work you up to it. Talking you through it, even if he thought you couldn’t hear him.

You occasionally stayed in the Portal Hostel on your shifts, especially on a Friday, just to watch him. You used to think he knew you were there behind that one way mirror. But your Handlers explained that was impossible. Their Workers, unless they asked otherwise, were kept anonymous. And the rooms you could use to watch were completely sound proof- there was no way the Lizard-Man knew you were watching.

Meaning every praise and compliment, every tease, was for his own enjoyment.

He was your faverite…and you would admit you had a fleeting bubble of disappointment when you had to close your portal off this afternoon. You kept the option for oral open- but ultimately closed all appointments so you didn’t reek of sex on your date.

You didn't expect anyone to take the last slot. Oral appointments weren’t usually that popular. But your Regular never did like to disappoint you.

The Lizard-Man’s fingers didn’t stop their rapid thrusting until your bathroom filled with the sloppy sounds of your sex. He then withdrew them with deliberate slowness, making you groan out a frustrated curse, before his tongue returned.

Messily- greedily -slurping up your slick until he forced your climax from you. You felt him purring. Making you writhe until you were sitting on the tiled floor, twitching and moaning with the steady vibrations from his lips crushed against your portal edge.

He licked you clean.

A habit your Regular commonly performed after your sessions together. Taking care to swipe his tongue along the rim of your pussy before withdrawing from the portal with one last careful nip to your folds.

The portal closed with a notification from your phone displaying the session was over and your portal had been disconnected from the Hostel.

What should have been a quick trip to the bathroom instead turned out to be a thirty minute long stand-off between your body and the Lizard-Man’s mouth.

He won. Every damn time.

“Gods…you’re going to ruin other men for me.” You laughed, breathless, while hauling yourself up by the edge of the sink. Your legs trembled and every inch of you tingled with a fuzzy heat.

You had to take a second shower to remove the mess from between your legs. Having half a mind to choose a different outfit in case the material reeked of your arousal.

But despite the hassle of washing yourself down again, you felt a lot less nervous about tonight now your body was buzzing with post-fuck endorphins.

“I should thank that man with a free session.” You joked to your reflection in the mirror. It was getting harder and harder to keep the pre-date jitters down now the reservation time was getting closer.

At least you had something to keep you relaxed- the afterglow of your Regular’s tongue ravishing the deepest parts of you.

It wasn’t exactly a great thought to have when you were on your way to a blind-date set up by a friend.

But anything was better than spiralling into a mess of nerves and exaggerated thoughts of how horribly this date could go.

You only knew two things about the man you were on your way to see.

The first is that your friend Joane spoke nothing but good things about him. Her exact words being; ‘He’s really charming! Super sweet. He helped me out of a few problems at work and I have a feeling you’d both get along great! You’re both workaholics! I promise he’s not some weirdo.’ It had been a playful jest. But you weren’t sure how to feel about this ‘amazing guy’ that your friend has kept all hush-hush about. She gave almost nothing away about him.

The second piece of information given to you was that he was a lawyer. You weren’t sure how good of a lawyer or any smaller details; just that Joane had said he was very good at what he did.

“And what happens if he’s a creep?” You asked Joane one time. During one of her long and nagging attempts to get you to agree to a blind-date with her ‘awesome, very handsome lawyer’ friend. “It’s even worse that you are setting me up with nothing, Joane. What’s wrong with him? Why can’t I see a picture of him?”

“Because that’s no fun!” Joane had huffed in return. “Come on! You can have me on speed dial and I will pick you up no questions asked if you feel things aren’t going well. I’m doing the same for him too. No offense.”

You had rolled your eyes and brunted another hour of constant begging until you finally gave in and agreed to the stupid date.

For a while, you tried not to think about it. Happy to continue your life pushing back the rising dread of stepping out of your comfortable routine and meet someone completely new. With how popular your portal was and your job doing well, dating had been put on the shelf for a later time.

Previous relationships were either lacking or downright horrible, you didn’t mind taking some time for yourself. Your sexual desires have been met almost every night. And you had your own money flying into your account every week.

You were in no rush to meet someone new.

But alas, time moves on and before you knew it; you were approaching the restaurant Joane had reserved a table for the two of you.

You’ll definitely give it to Joane, she knows how to pick a good place for a first date.

The establishment was beautiful. Fancy enough that you needed a reservation dating back weeks but casual enough that you didn’t need a million dollar outfit to fit in.

Your waiter was Humanoid, with dark fur neatly combed flat against his tanned arms and a face similar to a wolf’s. He greeted you with a smile and led you to an outdoor table when you gave Joane’s reservation name.

And there, bathed under the warm glow of the countless strings of fairy-lights, was your date.

And Joane had been right, he was handsome.

But you already knew that. Because he was a Monster you recognized immediately, having had him balls deep in you on more than one occasion. His attire was much more elegant than your usual appointments- a dark emerald suit with a black tie and white undershirt.

But those liquid gold eyes gleamed just the same. And the scales peppering his dark leathery skin along his neck, were just as tantalizing here as they were back in the Hostel.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you. I’m Xavier.” His smile was as warm as his words and a soft purr layered his tone. When he stood from the table to greet you, he towered over you. Easily so, even in heels- you only reached his chest in comparison.

Fuck this pussy feels so good…A-Ah! I-I’ll pay extra- please -let me cum inside you.

He didn’t harbor the same heavy husk that usually made your insides liquify. But when you shook his hand- larger than your own and with a strength hidden under a gentle embrace - introducing yourself, your little horny mindset came screeching forward. Reminding you of the many times you’ve fantasized about the feeling of his palms on your skin.

You had to beat back the heated flush that crept through you with a mental bat. Smiling through your inner thoughts of absolute insanity “I’m sorry if I kept you waiting.” You offered as an ice-breaker. Xavier pulled out your chair and then slid you smoothly back against the table when you sat down. “I rarely visit this part of the city.”

“I only just got here myself.” Xavier replied, dismissing your words with a chuckle. “I was looking over the menu. Did you have a drink in mind?” He let you order a beverage first, still deciding himself.

You tried not to stare.

You really, really tried not to. But it was difficult when you’ve watched this man come undone with your walls suffocating his thick cocks.

Not to mention that he had eaten you out only half an hour earlier. You were still deciding if it was worth fussing over; that your date had gone to a brothel, used a portal and in the same hour arrived to have dinner.

But a part of you swelled wickedly knowing that it had been you he licked clean. Whether it was a means of exhausting some pent up nerves or a greedy hunger- you might later find out.

“Have you visited this restaurant before?” You asked as the waiter took your orders and hurried away.

“It was all Joane’s doing.” Xavier sighed. A knowing curl pulling at the corners of his wide mouth. “I’m sure she also wrangled you into agreeing to let her pick the place?”

You nodded, kicking a leg over one knee and it was a thrilling sight to see how his primordial gaze followed the movement. Almost as quickly returning his attention back to you.

You pretended not to notice.

“I didn’t bother fighting her on anything once I agreed. She has an uncanny ability to annoy me into doing what she wants. Lovingly, I should clarify.” You said laughing. “I don’t think she’s fought so hard for anything more than getting us to go out.”

Xavier nodded, taking a sip from his drink. And you hated how closely you watched his throat bob with the swallow of the amber liquid. You forced your eyes to move elsewhere.

“The moment she told me about you, I had a feeling it wouldn’t be something I can wriggle out of.” His claws clicked against the glass nestled between his fingers. It looked so small.

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way. But I..did agree to this to get her off my back.”

Some part of you wobbled with relief. Your shoulders even relaxed a little, to your surprise.

You quickly waved away his worried expression, “Don’t worry about it. I was dubious about this date as well. I haven’t had the motivation to date or go looking for dates lately. I was trying to figure out a way to let you down nicely. Nothing against you. I guess you could say I’m in my ‘me era’.”

Xavier released a breath. Heavy, and on a sound like you felt deep in your stomach. “By the Gods, I’m glad to hear that. I was very worried there would be an awkward miscommunication tonight.”

You couldn't help but smile at how genuinely relieved this Monster looked. His tail, once resting tightly around the legs of his chair, now swooped along the floor beneath the table. Out of the way of anyone walking by but with enough room between you two it wasn’t impeding on your space.

“Well, we can at least have a nice meal out.” You said, raising your glass towards Xavier. “There’s no harm in that.”

Xavier’s smile showed a row of fangs thicker than your fingers. And his eyes had a sparkle to them that made the ghostly brush of a shiver run up your spine.

“To a nice dinner.” He clinked the glass to yours and you very quickly hid yourself behind the rim of your drink.

Come on beautiful- I know you can take both of me. Just a little more…Good girl..that’s it…

That husk was there. On the edge of his tone and you internally screamed because of it.

You damn well nearly combusted when his tongue made an appearance to lick his lips after placing down his glass.

You chatted while waiting for your meal. Going through the usual topics of work and hobbies outside of the office.

Xavier answered your month-long question of what type of lawyer he was. It somehow didn’t surprise you that he worked in criminal justice.

You had half the mind to somehow slip in about the portal side-hustle, but it just didn’t seem appropriate. And you were still unsure how Xavier would handle such news.

Would he even be the type of guy who was ok with knowing who was on the other side of the portal?

He’s so different here outside the Hostel. You found yourself thinking as Xavier bashfully told a story of an embarrassing work story. It was endearing. He was endearing. He had a smile that was too cute to be real and his whole face was so frustratingly nice to look at, you wanted to take him home after the date.

But he’s not looking for anything outside this nice meal. You grumbled to yourself.

Don’t you dare clean up. I’m going to go buy another hour and I’m going to fuck my cum properly into you.

I wonder if that confidence in the room is an act or if this is an act. You started wondering half-way through the date. With the alcohol starting to trickle a bit of fire into your veins, you didn’t mind the occasional horny memory coming to the surface.

And a part of you was juggling with openly asking Xavier if he would be interested in extending the date back to your place. He was open with you at the start, so you saw no reason why you couldn’t continue the communication further.

But after dessert. You cowardly decided. Unable to shake the worry that your idea of this Monster was a facade built by him and your fantasies.

Dessert came and went. Followed by some more drinks and more chatter. The conversation became friendly…very friendly. Jokes and banter started to flow from your lips and Xavier countered each one with a grin and a laugh.

“I’ve had more fun than I thought I would.” Xavier said after polishing off his latest glass. He had moved closer during the night. Subtly, in a way you didn’t realize until his hand reached over and brushed his fingers along the back of your palm.

When you didn’t flinch away from the scrape of his claws, Xavier grinned and properly intertwined his fingers with yours. “I don’t want to seem too forward…but would you be comfortable continuing this date elsewhere?”

There he was. Just when you started to think it was all a hoax, your hungry eyed reptile emerged through a half-dazed gentleman.

Either it was the alcohol that made his mask slip or he was feeling a little more comfortable with you, his body language shifted entirely. And you eagerly leaned towards him when he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles, breaking your thoughts with the soft brush of cool skin.

It took you a full second to recalibrate your voice under such a searing gaze, “I would be more than comfortable.” You nibbled on your lower lip. Your pulse galloped when his eyes bounced between the drag of your painted lips and your gaze.

“There is something I should tell you first.” You bit the bullet before your nerves took the words away.

You weren’t sure what would have been worse; Xavier pulling away from you or how his tail grazed along your thigh under the table. Hidden beneath the tablecloth as it coiled around your leg, squeezing lightly.

With how easily you welcomed his touch, you almost begged him to lean away so you could properly breathe.

“If it’s your first time with a Reptilian, I don’t mind.” His gaze softened. Liquifying his jeweled gaze into something close to reassuring.

Your face went hot and you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. “No. I’ve been with a Reptilian before…” You lowered your voice and motioned him closer with a stroke of your forefinger against the soft underside of his jaw.

His eyes fluttered closed but moved closer so you could whisper into his ear. “You used my portal just before our date.”

His tail tightened along your thigh and his body went rigid beside you. For a brief moment, you feared the worst. But just as quickly, Xavier relaxed and the cool breath of his throaty laugh fanned over your cheek.

“I thought you smelled familiar.” Molten fire flooded through your veins when his voice took on that proper husky drawl. He leaned away, just enough so he could meet your gaze again. “You’re not…upset that I used your portal before our date?”

He was so adorably worried. You gave his hand a squeeze, mimicking the way you gently clasped your thighs together around the rings of his tail against your leg.

“Are you upset I left my portal open before our date?” You countered. And you weren’t sure if he didn’t have an answer or you had distracted him too much with the warm embrace of your thighs.

You smiled and moved your legs so you rubbed his tail between them. He jerked with a low hiss and you chuckled lightly at the reaction. Rewarded with that returning want in his eyes again.

“At least you know I can take both of you.”

His nostrils flared and the darkened look turned your insides to puddy. “I’ve always tried visualizing what you might look like.” He said. You released his tail from your thighs when you felt him tug on it lightly. “I could never think of a face that could suit such a-” He caught himself before he spoke. Clearing his throat, he stood from the table. You caught a glimpse of his growing bulge as he led the way from the table to the counter to pay.

You followed after him. Unable to keep down your smug grin.

“And am I an acceptable face?” You said, meaning the question to be a tease. But the glance down at you created a very, very warm pool to form between your legs.

“Oh, yes. “ Was his replying growl.

You made it to his car. But you didn’t make it much further than that before Xavier had you pinned against a wall and his lips crushing yours.

It was a dance of teeth and tongues with your back pressed against a cold brick wall, standing on your toes and his large hands cradling your face to angle you up to him. Bent over like he was to reach you, you were completely shielded from the dark parking lot. The street-lights weren’t working. Giving the two of you the perfect shadowy corner to relieve some of your pent up need.

His thigh pushed between your legs and you eagerly welcomed the hard muscle pressing against your core. You’ve been wet for the majority of the date. And finally with some friction you could breathe a little more easily.

“Fuck- I can smell how wet you are.” Xavier hissed against your lips. Pulling away long enough to lick a long strip along the exposed ‘V’ between your breasts. “The scent of you is burned into my mind. I thought I was going crazy in that restaurant smelling your slick. What a small world we live in.”

You couldn’t reply like you wanted. His hand was now crawling up under your dress to rub hard against your soaked underwear. Tracing the curve of your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh once, before gliding under your skirt to eagerly feel the wet material. The feeling of his fingers down where you needed it most pulled a shaking gasp from your lungs.

And oh, how Xavier enjoyed that sound.

“I’m never going to be able to use that portal again without you being right here.” He emphasized his words by slipping his fingers around your panties and pushing the tips into your core.

You had to grip onto his arms to keep yourself from falling. “Can I take you home? Please.”

Through the fog of ecstasy, his begging fueled a needy part of you that had you nodding in earnest.

And in a fumbling blur of groping palms and sloppy lips against your throat and lips, you were in his car, one clawed hand between your thighs and your half tipsy fingers trying to undo his belt as he drove the late night traffic.

You rocked your hips against his hand. Uncaring of the light pricking of his talons against the supple skin down there. Whining when he withdrew his fingers once, hissing softly. “Slowly.” The word rippled through the air in the car like a prayer. And you nodded, impatiently lifting your hips towards his hovering touch until your skin was flush with the rough pads of his fingers.

You ripped down his zipper once the belt was free and with a slight shift of his waist, the first cock slipped from its confined prison.

It was no wonder Xavier could pull climax after climax from you

You got brief glimpses during your sessions at the Hostel; but now you could finally see what has been ravaging your walls so perfectly for the past few months.

They were a pale green in color that deepened to a black at the very tip. Thickest around the middle, rolling into an oval peak that curved with a slight sharp summit. Near the base, just before the beginning of the steep slope of Xavier’s shaft- were numerous waxy spikes. But you don’t ever recall feeling these against your walls.

The very thought of them had your thighs closing around Xavier’s hand and the smirk he shot down at you was viciously wicked.

“The portal was always too small for me to fit both of them to the hilt.” He explained, rolling his hips so you managed to glimpse the second, larger, member still trapped in his pants. “I hope you don’t mind if I try tonight.”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” You replied and Xavier’s next breath rattled on a hiss-like growl.

Your mouth was near watering as a bead of pre-cum appeared on the apex of his cock.

He was much thicker than you thought. And cool to the touch as you wrapped an experimental hand around the girthy middle.

A whisper of a grunt escaped from Xavier’s lips and you grinned at the sweet sound. “I always wondered what you would taste like.” You murmured. Tilting the rounded peak towards your lips, you gave the bead of pre-cum an experimental lick.

You felt the car jerk and Xavier’s hand fisted around the back of your head. Holding you above his bobbing length. You felt the tip of his claws scratch against your scalp and something deep within you bristled keenly at the sensation of your hair tangled between his fingers.

Your core fluttered around the empty space that now replaced Xavier’s hand. And you looked up at him from where he held you near his hips.

But he didn’t push you down or pull you away, instead held you a tortuous inch away from his cock.

“We should wait until we’re out of traffic.” Xavier breathlessly laughed. His pupils were blown wide. A black pool rimmed by gold. “I can’t concentrate if you use your mouth.”

You pouted but lifted your head further away from him. You felt no restriction, but his fingers stayed curled around your hair. “Can I stroke you at least?” You asked.

Xavier nodded. The passing street-lights flashed him briefly in pools of white. Giving you the illusion of a fanged nightmare looming over your bowed body.

“Slowly…Please.”

The manners felt like an after-thought. As if he just remembered he should be using them.

But you obliged his command with a slow drag of your hand along his shaft. The hard muscle barely gave way under your tight grip. And your palm found smaller, unseen nubs coating Xavier’s cock. They were much softer than the spines near his base, but nonetheless massaged your fingers in a way that felt very familiar.

Looking up at Xavier, you noticed the dazed look overcoming him. The traffic at this hour was near non-existent but you still felt you needed to help the poor Monster concentrate on getting you both home.

“Why do you visit the Hostel only on Fridays?” You asked, moving your hand in a continuous squeezing, slow motion.

“Lets call it a little treat for finishing the week.” Xavier grunted. The bob of his throat seemed to be caused by your fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his trousers. His breath hitching when you carefully scraped your nails along the second cocks firm spines. They felt…longer than what the first cock’s protrusions. And just a touch less pliable. “And a refreshing start to my weekend. Better than any stiff drink or spa-day.” He tried to joke, you knew he did. But with the heaviness layering his words, he sounded like he was spitting out his reply.

You hummed in agreement, resisting the urge to lick the thick teardrop of pre that was collecting on the valley of his slit. Instead you used it to wetten your palm so your hand stroked him more easily.

“I open my portal hours for longer durations for the same reason.” You told him. His cock throbbed in your hand, as if it grew more excited at the mention of the device. “You’re by far my favorite client. But being used late into the night by others does wonders after a stressful week.”

The hand around your hair tightened and your eyes watered in response. You peeked up at him, smirking when a passing light reflected off his ivory white fangs. “Don’t tell me you’re a jealous type.”

“I think territorial is more fitting with my kind.” Xavier nearly growled. Something whispered to you that he was restraining himself. And to calm him, you wrapped your other hand around the hilt of his shaft. Massaging the spines there while your first hand continued to stroke him.

“Is it horrible that I found that incredibly sexy?” You chuckled.

A shaking hiss whistled through Xavier’s jaw. His entire body seemed to vibrate against your waist. The thigh you were half draped over was as firm as a rock. “If I do start making you uncomfortable, I want you to tell me.” He said and he tugged on your hair to ensure your attention was surely on him. “When I use your portal, I always make sure I don’t do anything I would need your permission to do. But now we’re together, if you’re ok with it, I would like to fuck you properly.” You nodded but Xavier’s eyes sharpened when they glanced down at you, pulling his attention away from the road for a second to drill in how serious he was being. “Use your words.”

“I’m more than comfortable with us experimenting my limits tonight.” You said in equal firmness. Stalling your curious playing so nothing separated you or him from this discussion. “If you want, we can use a safe-word. Or a color code to help with our comfort levels.”

Xavier nodded. The car began to slow down and you felt the dip and rise of him driving onto a sloped driveway. When Xavier parked the car and switched off the engine, he lifted you onto his lap. In one smooth motion- unclicking your seat-belt then looping his arm around your waist to drag you over so your thighs straddled his waist.

“I need you to hide this.” He said and bucked his hips up so the hard length pressed sharply against your core. His eyes fluttered close when your warm slick coated panties rubbed along him.

And you laughed softly when he continued to grind up against you. Rolling his head back against the seat while you took the opportunity to kiss and nip along his exposed throat. “You’re so warm.” Xavier murmured. His arms tightened around you, caging you against his chest. “You’re incredibly distracting. What were we doing again?” He attempted to joke again but the clouded expression of his portrayed just how reluctant he was to move.

You couldn’t complain either. You met every lazy twitch of his hips with an impatient jerk of yours. Angled as you were, you couldn’t press him against the part of you that was aching for friction. But the spines on his cock were at least giving you an electrifying ride.

“Xavier, please…” You whimpered. Burying your face into the hard nook of his neck. “Can we go inside already?”

His laugh felt like a drum-roll through your body. And he finally opened the car door and stepped out into the dimly lit driveway.

Xavier held you tight against his body. One hand possessively splayed over the expanse of your ass, holding you with ease against his chest. While still cradling your clothed pussy forcibly against his cock. Your dress pooled around your legs. Perfectly covering the sinful connection between your waists.

When he reached the front door of his home, Xavier pressed your back against the cool wood and trapped you there. He kissed you deeply while fumbling with his keys. His tongue sliding tenderly along yours, tasting and swiping until you felt him reach the back of your throat. Your eyes watered as you fought not to gag on the tickling sensation.

The teasing chuckle made you push down on his cock. Making his tongue falter and him stumble into the house when he managed to unlock the door.

His tail slammed the door shut behind him. The kiss continued, needy and passionate, until you had to break away to breathe. Xavier chased after you. Growling about not being done tasting you as he walked through the house to a dark room.

With a flick of his tail tip on the switch, the overhead lights blazed to life. Bathing you in a cozy orange light that started to warm your skin almost immediately.

Your back hit the bed a second later and Xavier made no hesitation in removing your clothes. His claws slipped under the skirt of your dress to first hook under the thin material of your panties. When they came free of your legs, Xavier brought them up to his nose and breathed in the wettened patch.

His eyes rolled close to the back of his head. Then they focused on you and he threw the bundle across the room.

“Your arousal is intoxicating.” Xavier hummed against the skin of your neck. There he licked and nipped, leaving the beginning of small bruises along your throat as he guided the straps of your dress over your shoulders. “The first time I smelled your pussy I couldn’t help but immediately taste you. And now I'm going to be lucky enough to have my sheets coated in your scent.”

He was massive on top of you. Half hanging off the side of the bed, his tail sweeping across the floor lazily while he impatiently dragged your dress away from your body. Your hands wandered just as eagerly as his. Sweeping down the hard curves of his sides. Following the sharp ridges of scales trailing down his back that then spread out into softer skin above his tail and belly.

With each layer of his clothes he removed, you tasted with your mouth. Finding sensitive spots only where the skin was pale and supple under your lips.

You excitedly found a collection of rounded scales patterning the ‘V’ of his hips. Creating a trail of smooth bumps that disappeared into soft flesh circling the hilt of his cocks. When you shoved his pants down his legs, his tail whipped back and forth to help wriggle himself out of the restrictive clothing.

“Green for keep going.” Xavier panted through a kiss that had you crushed against the bed. “Yellow for slow. Red for stop.”

It took you a second to understand what he was saying. The fog of ecstasy had taken away most of your thoughts. But when you connected the dots, you nodded.

Quickly adding words when he started to pull away. “Green!” You yanked him back down on top of you and with a hearty laugh, Xavier shoved you further up the bed. Crawling after you, he parted your legs with his mouth. Giving your folds a slow, heavy lick before continuing up along your stomach.

You spread your legs wider and Xavier took up the space between them. Taking no time to press his two lengths against your aching warmth. He sagged on top of you. His weight held aloft by his elbows on either side of your head.

“Is this a lizard thing?” You lightly teased. Moving your thighs to better accommodate the vast width of his waist and roll your hips against the throbbing peaks. He shuddered above you. Frozen against your pussy. “Is it my pussy or the warmth?”

“Both.” He rasped. “H-human holes are..fuck..are unfairly addicting. And with your warm-blood, I instinctually want to be pressed against you all the time.”

As if to concrete his words, Xavier lowered his body until you were completely enveloped by him. His weight pressing down against you until you felt every breath he took. Every twitch and subtle jerk of his hips rubbing the pebbles of pre-cum through your folds.

You moaned against his chest when the textured underside of his cock nudged against your clit.

The two of you stayed like this until you were whining for him to go faster. “I'm close.” You gasped and Xavier hissed when he pulled away. Drawing himself up to sit on his calves, kneeling between your thighs while his hands trailed his claws down your sides. Making you squirm and wriggle until his palms locked around your hips and dragged you to settle on the slope of his thighs.

You relaxed your legs on either side of his waist. Whimpering when his fingers explored the crevasse of your core. Pushing the tips of his fingers inside you to massage your walls, gently spreading you until your breath left your lungs in heated pants.

“Color?” Xavier asked. Sounding as winded as you felt while he stretched you with his hand.

“G-Green.” You replied, unable to look away from where his cocks lay sprawled against your hip. Xavier had to move them to the side so he could watch his knuckles disappear into your velvety walls.

It felt crowded between your legs. But Xavier made no move to shift you. Keeping you flush against his hips.

That is until he wrapped a tight fist around his first cock and lifted himself to angle his hips towards your pussy. Your breath froze in your chest. Your eyes wide in anticipation as Xavier probed your entrance with his rounded peak.

Your head rolled back against the mattress- eyes fluttering close as your walls began to stretch to accommodate him. There wasn't a heavy burn. Just a sweet familiar ache that swept through your core and up along your lower back. Sparks began to sizzle along your skin when the thickest part of him pushed past your entrance.

Xavier watched you with a searing intensity. Aiding the careful glide of his length with devastating precision. When your walls spasmed, Xavier stalled and coaxed your calm forward with a brush of his thumb against your clit.

When your breathing evened, Xavier would move again. His hips pulsated with gentle thrusts until you felt the first row of spines jab at your soft skin.

When the prodding sensation prickled your flesh, your hands flew to latch around Xavier’s wrists. Helping ground you to the unusual feeling.

Xavier immediately stopped. Eyes heavy and lidded, but violently focused.

“O-Orange.” You managed to push the word through your leaded tongue.

Xavier nodded and drew out of you until only the head of his cock remained smothered by your heated body. “During our sessions together, I didn’t want to use them without your permission.” His voice sounded like a thundercloud in his throat. The sharp hiss of lightning sharpening each word. “They won’t hurt-”

“It’s n-not that.” You said. Cutting off his worried explanation. “They just felt weird. It surprised me.” You looked up from where the two of you were connected. His pale skin gleamed with your slick and you noticed that the small nubs were deeper in color now. Looking swollen against Xavier’s smooth length. “Green.”

Xavier sank into you in one smooth glide. And your back arched off the bed- a gasp breaking from your chest.

“Sorry.” Xavier whispered. So devastatingly focused on the last two inches that had yet to slip inside you. He held himself there while your walls attempted to suck him in. Greeding begging for him to go deeper.

“I want to be sure you’re comfortable taking these.”

You knew it was sweet. In the back of your mind, you appreciated this Monster and his cautious behavior.

But holy fuck, you wanted him to pound you into this bed. You were sure he could break this it if he unleashed himself fully onto you.

With a soft murmur, Xavier pushed against your heat and your eyes flew open when the first spines scraped past your entrance. It was a strange sensation. And every time Xavier moved, you felt him grinding against your walls. The protrusions gave way enough that the sharp peaks didn’t harm you. But caused just enough pressure that by the time Xavier was flush against your hole; you were trembling under his hands.

“F-Fuck…” The curse fell from Xavier’s lips like a prayer. His back was arched over you, lips occasionally brushing your brow every time Xavier rolled his hip. You had to bend your head back to kiss him. Sloppy and breathless, trying to ground yourself so you didn't fall too soon. “Color?”

“Green.” You said against his throat. Whimpering when he started to pull out. “Please, I’m so close…”

“I know baby~” Xavier hissed, trembling above you. Shoulders tight, muscles coiled as he braced himself against every slow curl of his hips that buried him snugly against your body. “Hold on for a little longer. And then I want you cumming on my cock as many times as you need.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Using him as an anchor while he slowly picked up speed. But you felt his impatience breaking his resolve. And the second Xavier realized you were taking him without any resistance, a ruthless pace was set.

Your body was rocked with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixing with your pitched cries as you clawed his back. Burying your nails into the nooks of his scales.

Xavier hissed above you, leaning low over your body in a possessive crouch of pleasure that made the bed creak with his rhythm. Your body tried to writhe, pressing your breasts against his cool skin as a searing pleasure flamed through your core.

His second cock bounced against your ass. A heavy weight that pressed against your cheeks and was crushed by his balls swinging in motion to his body.

And then you were undone. A strangled cry, muffled by Xavier’s chest, echoed through the room and Xavier’s chuckle was dark and vicious.

“That’s it.” He whispered between thrusts. Each slam of his hips now produced a wet, slick sound. “Such a good girl for me. Letting me use you like this. I knew you could take all of me. But now I need to stuff you properly.”

Xavier’s pace shifted, slowing into a lazy grind. He lifted himself off of you, just enough that he could move his legs and let your body fall to the bed completely. You felt a wet patch meet your skin but your mind was too dazed to care.

Then he reached between your driving bodies to adjust the angle of the second cock.

“Color?” The question was carried on silk wrapped around iron. Steady, but restrained.

“Green.” You told him. Beginning to find your focus again as you felt the heavy weight push against your entrance, bumping against the already stuffed hole. “A-Actually, orange.”

The eager prodding slowed. And Xavier leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss so tender your head spun. “Good girl.”

You forced your back to lie flat against the bed. Relaxing your muscles while the second cock massaged to stretch your walls. Xavier’s tongue did wonders to distract you. Carving a path down your chin, to your throat, brushing the sharp curves of his fangs against your jugular. Where you could feel your racing heart-beat against the thrilling presence of his maw.

You felt him apply pressure but then stopped. A heart-beat passed and his voice rumbled through your skin.

“Color?”

You smiled and tilted your chin up, “Green.”

The growl came from deep within his chest. And your body shivered on a gasp as his lips encased your throat between his fangs. He bit down gently. Applying just enough force that your skin prickled with discomfort but no pain.

Growing impatient, Xavier adjusted his legs and angled your hip to meet the slow push of his next thrust. He lifted your hips off the bed, driving in the head of his length until it popped inside your warm embrace.

The pressure of him filling you made something in you snap again and this time, your breath rattled on a groan-like whimper of his name.

Xavier’s purr was dark and triumphant. His teeth still possessively locked around your throat, he shifted his legs again. Spreading them further apart so he had a deeper angle to drive down into you until your ass was smooshed against the bed.

Tears blurred your vision. But you didn't stop him. Spilling murmured nonsense into the humid air while he set a brutally shallow pace. Burying inch after inch each time his hips swooped down to meet yours.

You were helpless beneath him. Sprawled open by his knees against your thighs. His left hand was locked on your waist to keep you still while you were stretched to your limits.

Xavier dragged the back of his knuckles along your arm. Gently pulling your grasping hand away from his body to rest against the bed above your head. His fingers slid between yours. Tangling your hand with his and you felt him squeeze your warm palm twice.

You mimicked the pressure. Sighing a long shaky breath at the first sharp touch of his thicker cock’s spines.

“Green.” You said before Xavier could pull away. You felt his lips curl in a smile and his body tensed above you. His back coiled like a spring, carefully restraining himself as he sank the last few inches into you.

Another climax ripped through your exhausted body and your thighs locked against his legs. Trembling and shaking, boneless under him while he buried himself until nothing was left between the two of you.

“You stretch so deliciously for me.” Xavier whispered into your skin. Nipping his way to your lips to bruise them in a kiss. Hungrily taking the taste of your tongue with his until your hand squeezed his fingers. Begging for breath. “Now consider my next words carefully- can I breed you” The words were said in a voice as velvety as dark chocolate.

Asked so plainly your befuddled mind didn’t realize he had asked it until he nipped your throat, yanking a startled yelp out of you.

“W-What?”

“Can I breed you?” He asked again. Said more softly but nonetheless just as serious. “When I use your portal, I only ever ejaculated out of one cock. The larger one secretes thicker semen. It feels indescribably good to ejaculate with it. But if I do that, I will want to keep you full of it. Instincts.” He said as if it explained everything clearly. “And because I…I might have a thing for it.”

You laughed quietly and relaxed your head against the pillows behind you. You hadn’t realized how far up the bed your thrusting bodies had climbed until you felt the doughy embrace.

“You can breed me.” You said quietly, the words sounding foreign on your tongue. “And please, fuck me as roughly as you do when you use my portal.”

Xavier’s smile was as eager as it was wicked.

He nuzzled roughly against your neck, a purr rattling your ribs as he crawled his way up your body until he was stretched over you like a living roof. Properly prone, your face nestled between the plates of his pectoral scales. And when he pressed his body against yours, the bundle of scales above his hips aligned deliciously with your clit.

So when he jerked his hips experimentally, your pitched gasp wasn’t just from his cocks spearing a deep part of you. But also the sharp twinge of pleasure from the grinding bumps over your sensitive nub.

Xavier halted. Stomach hard like a brick wall. “Color?” He asked. His cheek resting on a pile of pillows just above your head.

“Green.”

You barely finish the word before the coils in Xaver’s body sapped. And what you thought before of his rough pounding, was now thrown out the window. Replaced with the snap of his hips that was so devastating- so powerful -enough to drag your body up with him after every recoil.

A strangled scream tangled with the messy sounds of your sex. Skin slapping skin, slick with sweat and nectar from your centre with the profounding crack of his balls striking your ass. Each merciless curve of Xaveri’s hips felt precisioned to hit against the perfect spot. He was unrelenting. Ruthless with each strike.

Your walls were ravaged by the spines. Massaged and soothed by the small nubs before the sharp scrape of the hilts drove your walls into a furious flutter. Every time you clamped down, Xavier would groan and his rhythm would falter. For every deep thrust- he had to rut once so your walls wouldn’t lock him inside you.

The inter-changing pace unravelled guttural whimpers and bubbling moans from deep within your chest. You clung to him. Squeezing your interlocked fingers so tightly it hurt. His claws left marks on your skin.

His grip around your waist promised a belt of bruises for the following morning. All the while Xavier buried his face into the pillows. His snarls sounded like distant thunder as he took what he wanted from you.

You weren’t sure if the continuous grind of his pelvis against your clit was deliberate, but fuck, did it feel like he had control over every aspect of your pleasure.

As tears pooled from your eyes and your thighs cramped around his waist, your final climax crumbled your mind. Wave after wave of fiery heat blazed through you, convulsing your walls and suffocating Xavier between your pooling sex.

Xavier was unrelenting. The slam of his thrusts caused your breaths to turn to broken cries until his body coiled. Muscles tightening until it felt like he’d snap beneath your fingers- and you felt his cocks throb, pulsate and then spill a globulous liquid deep inside you.

Your eyes widened, startled by the flood of cool fluid that bathed your tinging walls like a soothing balm. Xavier’s roar shattered through his throat.. His tail whipped above your bodies like a mindless snake, whistling through the air with every stuttering thrust from Xavier’s hips.

You could only lay there, trapped and made from puddy, as Xavier milked himself between your legs. He had released your hand, his claws buried into the blanket to keep from crushing your fingers between his. But you kept your hand wrapped around his wrist. Squeezing him, helping anchor him as he chased the pleasure into a blind haze.

“Yes, yes! Such a good girl for me. I’ll fill you up so good. Make you leak with my seed…A-AH!” You felt his cocks twitch and then a second wave of cool liquid joined the first. Your walls swelled to accommodate the load and you whimpered when the hooks buried themselves into your entrance. Nothing that would cause pain, but the unsettling feeling of being locked together was alien.

“Hmm, feels so good- let me cum again. Just once more.” How could you say no to such a gravelly tone? Pitched at the end by a whine- desperate and pained.

“I need you again, Xavier.” You dragged your free hand up along his chest. Rubbing your palm against the soft skin under his jaw to then scratch your way down to where your clit was grinding against his small cluster of scales. “I can fit one more load in me. Come on, baby.”

A trembling hiss rippled from Xavier’s chest but your words fueled his hips into moving again. The rhythm was lazy this time. His hips trembled with overexertion. His breathing ragged, a string of praises tumbling from his lips as you rolled in tandem with him.

“That’s it, Xavier. Cum for me, baby.”

“A-Ah!” The splintered shout carried a hiss that made your hairs stand on end. But you ignored your fluttered pulse and traced the flexing muscles that clenched and relaxed with each lethargic spurt of his finish.

“Good boy.” You murmured to him. Pressing open mouthed kisses along the soft flesh of his chest and belly. Anywhere you could reach, you licked and worshipped. “Hmm, I'm so full. Fuck, Xavier…”

You finally allowed your body to relax. Sprawling over the expanse of the bed, wincing at your cramping thighs that refused to settle properly against Xavier’s crouched position.

Panting, Xavier lifted himself up enough to hunch over and sloppily kiss you. He cupped the side of your face, his palm encompassing your head as he eased you both down from your highs.

“That was…unreal.” He murmured against your puffy lips. “Unforutnately, we’ll be stuck like this for a while.” He gave his hips an experimental tug but his cocks were buried firm. You chuckled and petted a hand down your stomach, where a small bulge had now grown from the weight settled there.

“That’s ok. I need a breather.” You said. And Xavier tilted your chin so your eyes returned to his.

They were soft, searching your face. “What’s wrong?” You asked. Suddenly paranoid.

“Nothing! Nothing, I just…” A sound low in his throat made his lips vibrate when he kissed you again. “You can stay the night if you want.” Was all he said. But his eyes were conveying something else. Possibly something you were both thinking, but you weren’t going to ruin a perfectly good night by saying something stupid.

“Where’d that confidence go?” You teasingly asked. Stroking a knuckle along his jaw. “Don’t tell me I fucked the sexy lawyer out of you.”

Xavier laughed, jostling your swollen core, making you both gasp. He quickly quietened himself. Burying his face into the crook of your neck out of embarrassment.

“Ugh, do not tell Joane that you sucked the smart-ass out of me. She’d never let me live it down.”

You scoffed a laugh, pretending to be insulted. “Are you seriously talking about another woman while still balls deep inside me?”

Xavier’s eyes sparkled like polished treasure. “You spoke about other Monster’s fucking you while my cock was in your hand!” He countered. “Count it as even.”

You tried to continue being petty, but you couldn't help but laugh. Having to stop rather quickly when a shiver of overstimulation sizzled through your skin.

“Alright, alright. Stop making me laugh.” You sighed and rested back against the pillows. Xavier shifted a few more around you to create a comfortable nest of support against your body. “So…how long does this normally last?”

Xavier winced. Tickling his claws along the area that was now swollen and red from the small marks he left on your hip. “A..A few hours.”

You gawked up at him. Then very lightly chuckled. “Guess I am staying here. I hope you don’t mind a needy cuddler. That’s my only demand as after-care.”

Xavier rested his head above yours. The brush of his lips against the crown of your head made you shiver. And his arms wrapped around you. Carefully pulling you flush against his body. “As long as you don’t mind us sleeping with me still inside you. My little demand as after-care.”

You shifted your hips and was rewarded by a throaty moan from Xavier. “Am I at risk of being bred again?”

tsukishima gets hard when you cry (this is like canon at this point). his goal is to get you so fucked out of your mind you can barely talk, tears streaming down your face at the combination of overstimulation and degrading filth falling from his lips: “what, the little pillow princess can’t even take dick without cryin’ now?”

azumane has the nastiest panty-sniffing problem. first time he went down on you he sucked your pussy lips through your panties until you were shivering and screaming, fabric completely soaked through. after he ripped them off and pocketed them for later, it became a habit. whenever he’s away from you, he can’t cum without huffing your scent in like a fucking dog

yamaguchi cums at the mere suggestion of praise. the first time you wrap your hands around his cock and whisper how pretty it is, he's shooting ropes of cum all over your hands and up his tummy, stuttering out an apology until you shut him up with a kiss

sugawara loves to fuck you in public. not where anyone can see you, no—he doesn’t want anyone to be able to look at you when your mouth is slack with pleasure and your eyes are up in your head—but if he can sneak off to a closet at a party or duck behind a building to fuck you up against a wall he’s doing it. claps a hand over your mouth with a mischievous smirk when you’re too loud, "darling, I thought you didn't want people to hear us?"

sawamura eats pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. he’s a giver, and nothing makes him harder than slinging the backs of your thighs over his shoulders and diving into your cunt. he’s sweet with it most of the time, threading his fingers with yours and lazily drawing circles over your clit, but sometimes he’s impatient to feel your cute little hole gush on his tongue and manhandles you up onto his face where he can lick you until you scream

tanaka almost always prematurely ejaculates if you’re making out with him on his lap. if you’re in a skirt and the slowly dampening heat of your pussy starts throbbing against him—man is GONE. he drags you over and over his cock, head thrown back against the couch, something almost like a whimper escaping his throat—"fuck angel - ’s not fuckin’ fair for ya to feel this good"