I'm Coming For What's Mine

A dark shape lurked nearby Ricktors lab. It's wings cast a long shadow in the artificial moonlight of the citadel and it's eyes glowed a faint yellow. He had heard of this man. Of his cruelty. Yet something drew him inexplicably to Ricktor...

“I’m not my brother, I-I don’t just suck dick because the person offering is a Rick!” The half dragon plopped his ass in the corner and pouted. “And I’m Diiv, not just some Morty.”

Diiv snarled and his wings flared out, tail lashing. “That stupid murderous fucker never told me anything! All he ever did was torture me or help others do it! He’s a coward and I hate him!”

A dark shape lurked nearby Ricktors lab. It's wings cast a long shadow in the artificial moonlight of the citadel and it's eyes glowed a faint yellow. He had heard of this man. Of his cruelty. Yet something drew him inexplicably to Ricktor...

“I’m not my brother, I-I don’t just suck dick because the person offering is a Rick!” The half dragon plopped his ass in the corner and pouted. “And I’m Diiv, not just some Morty.”

A dark shape lurked nearby Ricktors lab. It's wings cast a long shadow in the artificial moonlight of the citadel and it's eyes glowed a faint yellow. He had heard of this man. Of his cruelty. Yet something drew him inexplicably to Ricktor...

“I’m not my brother, I-I don’t just suck dick because the person offering is a Rick!” The half dragon plopped his ass in the corner and pouted. “And I’m Diiv, not just some Morty.”

A dark shape lurked nearby Ricktors lab. It's wings cast a long shadow in the artificial moonlight of the citadel and it's eyes glowed a faint yellow. He had heard of this man. Of his cruelty. Yet something drew him inexplicably to Ricktor...

“I’m not my brother, I-I don’t just suck dick because the person offering is a Rick!” The half dragon plopped his ass in the corner and pouted. “And I’m Diiv, not just some Morty.”

A dark shape lurked nearby Ricktors lab. It's wings cast a long shadow in the artificial moonlight of the citadel and it's eyes glowed a faint yellow. He had heard of this man. Of his cruelty. Yet something drew him inexplicably to Ricktor...

He carefully entered the lab, whispering quietly in dragonic. It was a spell that allowed him to briefly see Ricktors lifeforce and those of anyone else nearby so he could avoid them.

Diiv grimaced. Watching someone cum wasn’t really something he enjoyed unless he was already horny.

he had wiped up his hand and thrown the tissue away- unaware of his new guest.

Diiv looked Ricktor over and frowned. Why did this man seem so familiar….this Rick he had never met but felt drawn to anyway.

A dark shape lurked nearby Ricktors lab. It's wings cast a long shadow in the artificial moonlight of the citadel and it's eyes glowed a faint yellow. He had heard of this man. Of his cruelty. Yet something drew him inexplicably to Ricktor...

He carefully entered the lab, whispering quietly in dragonic. It was a spell that allowed him to briefly see Ricktors lifeforce and those of anyone else nearby so he could avoid them.

Diiv grimaced. Watching someone cum wasn’t really something he enjoyed unless he was already horny.

he had wiped up his hand and thrown the tissue away- unaware of his new guest.

Diiv looked Ricktor over and frowned. Why did this man seem so familiar….this Rick he had never met but felt drawn to anyway.

A dark shape lurked nearby Ricktors lab. It's wings cast a long shadow in the artificial moonlight of the citadel and it's eyes glowed a faint yellow. He had heard of this man. Of his cruelty. Yet something drew him inexplicably to Ricktor...

He carefully entered the lab, whispering quietly in dragonic. It was a spell that allowed him to briefly see Ricktors lifeforce and those of anyone else nearby so he could avoid them.

Diiv grimaced. Watching someone cum wasn’t really something he enjoyed unless he was already horny.

he had wiped up his hand and thrown the tissue away- unaware of his new guest.

Diiv looked Ricktor over and frowned. Why did this man seem so familiar….this Rick he had never met but felt drawn to anyway.

A dark shape lurked nearby Ricktors lab. It's wings cast a long shadow in the artificial moonlight of the citadel and it's eyes glowed a faint yellow. He had heard of this man. Of his cruelty. Yet something drew him inexplicably to Ricktor...

He carefully entered the lab, whispering quietly in dragonic. It was a spell that allowed him to briefly see Ricktors lifeforce and those of anyone else nearby so he could avoid them.

Diiv grimaced. Watching someone cum wasn’t really something he enjoyed unless he was already horny.

he had wiped up his hand and thrown the tissue away- unaware of his new guest.

Diiv looked Ricktor over and frowned. Why did this man seem so familiar….this Rick he had never met but felt drawn to anyway.

A dark shape lurked nearby Ricktors lab. It's wings cast a long shadow in the artificial moonlight of the citadel and it's eyes glowed a faint yellow. He had heard of this man. Of his cruelty. Yet something drew him inexplicably to Ricktor...

He carefully entered the lab, whispering quietly in dragonic. It was a spell that allowed him to briefly see Ricktors lifeforce and those of anyone else nearby so he could avoid them.

Diiv grimaced. Watching someone cum wasn’t really something he enjoyed unless he was already horny.

he had wiped up his hand and thrown the tissue away- unaware of his new guest.

A dark shape lurked nearby Ricktors lab. It's wings cast a long shadow in the artificial moonlight of the citadel and it's eyes glowed a faint yellow. He had heard of this man. Of his cruelty. Yet something drew him inexplicably to Ricktor...

He carefully entered the lab, whispering quietly in dragonic. It was a spell that allowed him to briefly see Ricktors lifeforce and those of anyone else nearby so he could avoid them.

Stock came up to Ricktors desk and placed a photo of a knife on it. "Can you make me this? I....I gave away my old one..." He really hoped Ricktor didn't notice it was the type of knife Citadel guards carried and was the same model of knife he had originally killed him with.

Stock whimpered but didn’t do much else seeing as he was preoccupied with having a massive errection and having his nice fully belly rubbed.

“look at you… fat pig… so fucking whiny” the now empty bottle was tossed aside, and ricktor returned to pinching his gut- a rather painful move on his part…

“Why do have to be such an ass!” He meant to sound at least somewhat composed but instead he sounded whiny and horny.

his hands massaged at stocks tummy, pinching the underside and licking at his neck.

“good boy…” he mocked, licking at his neck before sinking his teeth into it.

He moaned and obeyed without question. Stock actually wasn’t that fat, more thin due to him not taking care of himself but his stomach held a little more pudge then it should.

ricktor was aware that stock wasnt 'fat', but degrading the poor morty was the only way he could get over his own body issues. if you havent noticed, hes a bit of a uhhh tummy boy grandpa body.

Stock came up to Ricktors desk and placed a photo of a knife on it. "Can you make me this? I....I gave away my old one..." He really hoped Ricktor didn't notice it was the type of knife Citadel guards carried and was the same model of knife he had originally killed him with.

Stock whimpered but didn’t do much else seeing as he was preoccupied with having a massive errection and having his nice fully belly rubbed.

“look at you… fat pig… so fucking whiny” the now empty bottle was tossed aside, and ricktor returned to pinching his gut- a rather painful move on his part…

“Why do have to be such an ass!” He meant to sound at least somewhat composed but instead he sounded whiny and horny.

his hands massaged at stocks tummy, pinching the underside and licking at his neck.

"good boy..." he mocked, licking at his neck before sinking his teeth into it.

Stock came up to Ricktors desk and placed a photo of a knife on it. "Can you make me this? I....I gave away my old one..." He really hoped Ricktor didn't notice it was the type of knife Citadel guards carried and was the same model of knife he had originally killed him with.

Stock whimpered but didn’t do much else seeing as he was preoccupied with having a massive errection and having his nice fully belly rubbed.

“look at you… fat pig… so fucking whiny” the now empty bottle was tossed aside, and ricktor returned to pinching his gut- a rather painful move on his part…

“Why do have to be such an ass!” He meant to sound at least somewhat composed but instead he sounded whiny and horny.

his hands massaged at stocks tummy, pinching the underside and licking at his neck.

Stock came up to Ricktors desk and placed a photo of a knife on it. "Can you make me this? I....I gave away my old one..." He really hoped Ricktor didn't notice it was the type of knife Citadel guards carried and was the same model of knife he had originally killed him with.

Stock whimpered but didn’t do much else seeing as he was preoccupied with having a massive errection and having his nice fully belly rubbed.

"look at you... fat pig... so fucking whiny" the now empty bottle was tossed aside, and ricktor returned to pinching his gut- a rather painful move on his part...

Stock came up to Ricktors desk and placed a photo of a knife on it. "Can you make me this? I....I gave away my old one..." He really hoped Ricktor didn't notice it was the type of knife Citadel guards carried and was the same model of knife he had originally killed him with.

he pulled stock up into his lap and pushed up stocks shirt, painfully pinching his gut. “fucking fatass” he mocked, the bulge underneath stock rather hard.

A displeased whine bubbled up and he squirmed in his lap, partially grinding against him. “Ricktor stooop!”

he pulled him close and knawed on the boys neck, pinching the pudge and snarling. “no. this is your punishment…” he got up, leaving stock in his chair before opening his office fridge and pulling out a bottle of cola.

He’d always though he was perfectly sized with just the right amount of pudge but Ricktors cruel words had tears picking at the corner of his eyes.

he put a hand to the boys tummy, feeling the fizzy drink start to fill him up.

The kiss made him relax somewhat as much as he hated that. No matter how hard he tried he always ended up giving into whatever Ricktor wanted with little fight.

he massaged his tummy, arousal growimg in his pants.

Stock came up to Ricktors desk and placed a photo of a knife on it. "Can you make me this? I....I gave away my old one..." He really hoped Ricktor didn't notice it was the type of knife Citadel guards carried and was the same model of knife he had originally killed him with.

he pulled stock up into his lap and pushed up stocks shirt, painfully pinching his gut. “fucking fatass” he mocked, the bulge underneath stock rather hard.

A displeased whine bubbled up and he squirmed in his lap, partially grinding against him. “Ricktor stooop!”

he pulled him close and knawed on the boys neck, pinching the pudge and snarling. “no. this is your punishment…” he got up, leaving stock in his chair before opening his office fridge and pulling out a bottle of cola.

He’d always though he was perfectly sized with just the right amount of pudge but Ricktors cruel words had tears picking at the corner of his eyes.

he put a hand to the boys tummy, feeling the fizzy drink start to fill him up.

The kiss made him relax somewhat as much as he hated that. No matter how hard he tried he always ended up giving into whatever Ricktor wanted with little fight.