#thewritingofeggs

He knew you were there. He did ever since all the good things in his life left him. When he'd been left alone, with monsters for parents and warped memories as his friends, he could feel you. Your presence was there, and he swore it. Even if he had no proof whatsoever that he wasn't just driven to the brink of insanity from the sheer loneliness of his tattered manor. He could hear the overlapping mutterings from your thousand voices, some cooing and some cursing, and he could see your thousand faces, all different yet the same. In his world made of text and tri-colored code, he could glimpse you through its cracks, and you were beautiful.

Then, he got his proof. A doll of your making, swathed in your scent and shaped to your heart's content, appeared. Everybody treated this empty husk as if it was always there, like it was a natural part of their lives. The doll learned to dance and fight, and he watched its progress. Then, he heard you coo about how you haven’t seen him yet. How you’ve had bad luck to not have come across him yet. And, better yet, you spoke with one distinct voice. A facet of you, one closer than the others and one that cared so deeply about him that you noticed and missed his absence. Ever since then, he’d been throwing himself into fights at school with a reckless abandon, trying to follow your prophecy of meeting him in the hallways when he needed help.

And you did help him. Or, well, your doll did. Your placeholder of sorts, the thing you put so seamlessly into his world to make up for your inability to physically be here. It’s ok, of course. He forgives you, he knows what it’s like to be powerless. Your doll was so gentle and sweet, bravely scaring off the large group that had him pinned against some lockers, and then helping him put his stuff back in his bag. Afterwards, everywhere he went, your doll followed. Where it couldn’t follow, he followed instead.

He would sit on his favorite bench in the park, aimlessly doodling one of your possible faces that he had seen with his eyes closed, when the doll would approach. It would say some kind of greeting and sit down, babbling on with the same handful of lines. He would ignore it, instead listening to you. He spent most his days listening to you coo and needlessly chatter about whatever came to your mind. Most of the time you’d go on about him, ever feeding the painfully lovely butterflies in his chest, but you’d also speak of things he couldn’t really understand. He didn’t make much of an effort to comprehend it. He’s not a fool, he knows there will always be things you know that he can’t. Like how he was made, what he will do, and what other versions of him across existence have ever done. You go on pretty frequently about various other Kylars have done in the past, and he tries to behave himself based on it.

For example, you said you like your men needy, right? Whimpering and desperate—pathetic. He was so lucky to have been born an omega. It would be far too easy to steal some heat inducers from the hospital down the street and let your doll have its way with him. Surely you meant for him to do that, right? You made it an alpha, a perfect match that was surely meant to be Kylar’s fated mate all along. He wasn’t too pleased to be mated to a husk of your design rather than you yourself, but, he couldn’t be picky. He knows he will never have what he wants in life, but he can get close to it. He can have your heart and attention, at least until you get bored of him like you did with all the other versions of himself.

Your doll was easy to take. It’s empty and light, filled probably only with the essentials that would make an actual person of his world think it could be a human. There’s likely only a few squishy tubes in there to simulate organs and something that keeps it warm. It didn’t bleed when he pricked it with a tranq dart, anyways. He would have tied it to a chair but he figured that would be harder to fuck on, especially since he figured you would have the most fun taking the reigns anyways. So, he loosely wrapped some rope around its wrists and laid it on his bed where he usually kept the handmade body pillow he made of you.

He had taken it right as its rut cycle was supposed to start. The thought made him grin—even the reproductive cycles matched up between him and your doll. His own heat had started the night before, and the lovely smell coming from the doll’s marks was intoxicating to him. It sung to him, begging him to spread his legs and bear your young, and he wished you would do just that. But you can’t. Only your doll can do it for you, and Kylar’s just waiting for it to wake up and claim him. When it did wake, it was clear the effects of the dart hadn’t completely worn off yet. The doll’s eyes were hazy and unfocused, though he could see an intense desire in them.

Kylar was laying next to your doll, almost on top of it, cuddling with the empty husk as he waited for it to come back from whatever faux dreams it could conjure up. It had a slowly rising boner the entire time he was on it—he could feel the phallus steadily pressing against his inner thighs the entire time. It didn’t need clothes on, not in his home, and clearly neither did Kylar. He’d taken the liberty of removing both of their outfits some time ago, marveling at your doll’s body and hoping yours was similar. That you had shaped it in your image, driven by your desire to be as close to him as he wanted to be with you. That mere thought had made him rock-hard hours ago, and he had to relieve himself before he could even get through his plan.

The doll already had a healthy coating of his cum along its stomach before it was even awake, and now that it was awake, it clearly wanted to add to the collection. It slipped out of those flimsy restraints and pinned him down, its cock like a hot rock against the crook of his ass.

“M-My love- y-you’re awake.” Kylar panted, sure he was already drenched with sweat and flushed a proper red. An omega’s heat was no joke, and being around his alpha in rut only made it that much worse. Thankfully, you loved him and you would love seeing him like this. “I- I couldn’t handle my h-heat without you… I-It hurts...” He could already hear your cooing murmurs, lust heavy in your tone as you praised him for being such a smart omega. He truly was, and he only felt smarter when your doll bent down to kiss him fervently, unbound hands wandering like it thought Kylar owed it something great. Its touch was rough and firey, groping and squeezing without any care to how sensitive he was to the touch. Even just a gentle pass down his sides left him squirming with a sharp gasp. He could only imagine how you were touching yourself beyond his reality as his back arched, the doll taking his aching dick into its mouth.

“P-Please-” Kylar managed through a gasp, hands tangling in the doll’s hair. He fought to keep his hips from thrusting up into that inviting heat. This was your creation, and the feel of that mouth around him only made him love you more for making it such a perfect fit. He would have finish his breathy plea if the doll let him, but it swirled its tongue around his balls as its nose brushed against the flesh of his pelvis and he all but melted into it. Next thing he knew, he was babbling incoherent pleas as the doll lifted and lowered its head, letting the tip of his cock poke into its throat at the bottom of every movement.

He came pathetically fast, shooting his useless load straight into its throat without any warning. Kylar would have apologized right away if it was you, but it was your doll, and it looked adorable choking on his cum, so he just closed his eyes and tried to relax for a moment while it cleaned itself up. However, suddenly, something big and blunt began pressing against his ass. His eyes flew open to see the doll with its hands on his hips, desperately pushing its cock against him. Kylar’s ass was drenched with his own slick, horribly neglected in pursuit of treating his dick like royalty, and he let out a stilted moan when the doll thrust inside like Kylar was a personal fleshlight. He gripped onto whatever he could, namely the bedsheets and the doll’s hands, as it started with a couple of gentle, shallow thrusts. Then, it tightened its grip, leaned further over him, and began to ram into him.

Instantly, he was seeing stars. The wet slapping noises filled the room and he could barely gather any thoughts over the feeling of getting taken so roughly. He had to wrap his arms around the doll’s neck to stop himself from being jerked around so bad, and was quickly treated to messy kisses and hungry bites to his neck. It was too much and too little at the same time. The tip of the doll’s cock kissed at his cervix, wherever it was hidden in his ass, as the slowly swelling base pressed harder and harder against his prostate. He felt like he being drowned with your love for him, though he hoped you’d also drown his insides with something a little more fertile. The idea of having a piece of you inside him, forever both of yours, made with cum with a taut moan.

The doll didn’t slow down in the slightest, only slowing when it began to near its own limit. By now, it was shoving a large knot in and out of Kylar to the best of its ability, only stopping once it was officially too big to pull out. Then it came, flooding his ass with what felt like an inhuman amount of lava-hot cum. Kylar swore he could see his stomach expand slightly, but his vision was blurred with tears at that point anyways. He could feel your kind presence there beneath him, murmuring into his ear about what a good boy he was and how well he took it. He began to relax, thinking he and the doll would cuddle for a while or something after that, but the doll began to tug at the place they were connected.

“W-What are y-you doing, l-love?” Normally, this would be extraordinarily painful. It wasn’t this time, more along the lines of very uncomfortable, thanks to his still ongoing heat. He thought the doll was going to tear something as it continued to try, only growing more forceful over time, until its knot came free from Kylar with a lewd pop. He could feel the pressure inside him release all at once as the warmth spilled out of him, flowing down the cleft of his ass until it reached where he met the bed. He couldn’t help the loud, erotic sound that left him from the action, and he certainly couldn’t help the ones that followed as the doll forcefully shoved the knot back in. Then out, and in again.

A new pace was set. Rough, fast, and now your doll was so focused on Kylar and his reactions that he wasn’t sure you and your doll were so different after all. All he could feel was the almost painful pleasure of his ass being stretched to its limits in each moment, and all he was capable of doing was making simple sounds and shuddering violently each time it went in or out. More cum got pushed out with every pull, and he himself got closer to releasing his fourth load of the day each time it was pushed back in. He almost moaned in relief when the doll groaned and shoved itself inside for the last time, refilling him completely. Good. He would have had many complaints if your doll did all of that and then didn’t make up for the wasted cum beneath them.

He decided to keep the doll around in the manor until both of their cycles were run through, which ended up being the better part of a week, and did his best to make sure this would end with him pregnant. Now, he knew that it would have always ended with him having a round belly, if your love for him said anything, but he still made a point of it, if just to tempt you. He never let the doll stuff a half-decent load anywhere but his ass, and stuffed himself full with a plug even outside of sex just to make sure it wouldn’t drain. Naturally, he was very happy to see the two cute lines on the test a couple of weeks after. Finally, a real part of you was here with him.

The chair you've been strapped to is rather uncomfortable. The least Kylar could've done was make sure it was a chair with padding or something instead of some wooden old rickety one that felt one wrong move away from just snapping under you. Oh well. At least he put you in a different room to whatever's causing all that ruckus upstairs. Though, you almost wish he did, considering that it keeps scaring him away from you. You're a bit fed up with him just coming and going. Him feeding you fruit by hand is just about the most contact you've gotten with him so far. All he's done other than that is draw you some and sing a couple out-of-tune love songs he made himself.

Did you purposefully get him to go crazy and kidnap you? Yes. You weren't ashamed to admit it at this point. You've been a bit enamored with him yourself ever since he introduced himself, probably more than he was with you. You didn't think anything of helping a bully victim out of a beatdown, but when you saw how he looked up at you, like he witnessed the descent of a god, something in your brain was clicked on. Considering he wouldn't talk to you for the first few weeks of your attempts at getting to know him, you ended up going a different route and doing quite a bit of digging to find out more about him—you first befriended Sydney and lulled out any and all stories she could remember about Kylar when he was little, then moved on to breaking into more than just a couple government archives to flip through Kylar's, and his family's, past documents.

You knew where he lived before he ever followed you back to the orphanage, and, honestly? It hurt a little, to see how he wanted to be part of your life so bad but didn't seem to want you to be in his. So, you thought you'd nudge him the right way. You noticed he was prone to getting jealous, seeing how his expression would change whenever you'd chat with someone else during lunch, and you thought it'd be easy to use that against him. You'd flirt with anyone and everyone the moment you felt a familiar tingle on the back of your neck, and then relish in the dark, envious looks he'd give the hickeys on your neck when you saw him next. You weren't a big fan of sharing your body so casually with other people, but it would be well worth it if it meant you'd have Kylar in your hands at the end of your endeavors.

Robin was probably the only one you actually felt bad for. When Kylar had given you a little owl plush that so obviously had one of its glass eyes replaced with a camera lens, you had gotten an idea. Though, you struggled to find the right person to use for it. Sydney came to mind first, initially, since you were already close with her and you could smell her crush on you, but figured it'd be too much effort considering how deep her connections are to the temple. She'd totally try to get you to join. There was also Whitney, but Kylar's already watched you suck him off at least a dozen times, so there wouldn't be a big surprise factor with him. A random stranger wouldn't do either—if it did, the videos and photos of you online would've been plenty. But then, you remembered Robin.

You had successfully wooed him, flirting with and lewdly touching him every chance you had, until he finally visited you in your room at night. All it took was a week of tender words, and it made you pity the poor man, but you found you didn't care too much as you grinned up at the owl plush on your wardrobe, right when Robin was busy staining your innards with his cum. The feeling of him inside you was revolting to some extent, but you had washed out his cum the moment Robin had fallen asleep. To your delight, Kylar was waiting for you outside the very next morning. He looked far from pleased, a distant look in his eyes, as he lifted up a long tube with something metallic shining within. You looked directly at him and bared your neck, eagerly accepting the tranq dart as it sunk into your flesh.

But, now that you were here, you couldn't help but find it a bit boring. The most entertainment you've gotten was Kylar's occasional visits and the nigh-constant rumbling above your head. For the past few hours, you've exclusively been humming the nonsensical tune Kylar had sung to you and fiddling with the rope tying you down. At this point, you would've settled for an awful soap opera on whatever old TV this decrepit manor still had lying around.

When Kylar came into the room next, you were already fully untied and just leisurely sitting in the chair, eyes closed and leg bouncing. "M-My love, d-did you not like the ropes? I-I'm sorry, b-but I put t-them on for a r-r-reason. Y-You'll run away if I d-don't keep you here." Kylar grit out, expression dark, as he stepped closer. He was probably on his way to tie you up again. Good. "Hm, but I didn't, did I?" You purred as he came up beside you, brushing a couple fingers up the length of his forearm, though you weren't too pleased to have his sweater between you and his skin. He paused, looking conflicted, and you took the opportunity to grab him and pull him onto your lap.

His face flushed a pretty red and he began to squirm, his hands grabbing onto yours as you kept his hips glued to yours. The clothes in your way would be off soon enough. You could be patient, just as you've been these past months. "A-Ah, d-did you want to do it that bad? I-I'm sorry, I haven't been a g-good boyfriend..." Kylar groaned as you grinded up against him, and the sound alone made you want to cum already. "What nonsense. You're the best I could ask for. Far too good for me." You murmured sweet platitudes as your hands slipped beneath his clothes. He shivered, and you began to rethink taking them all off. Maybe you'd just rip them where you needed to and let him keep the rest on—the room seems a bit cold for him.

He wriggled in your grasp against and you decided this was going to be a bad position to fuck him in, given he was already moving about like he was uncomfortable. So, naturally, you slid onto the floor below and carefully laid him down beneath you. Honestly, it might've been cleaner to fuck in a random alleyway, given the state of this room, but you weren't going to be picky all of a sudden. Your beloved was beneath you and waiting, legs and lips parted just for you, just like you wanted him to be. He leaned back up to take your lips in his, his tongue eager to explore your mouth as his hands ran across your back. You didn't even flinch when he tried to stick it down your throat, and gave him the same intense treatment.

You pulled your pants down and ripped a new hole in his at the same time, swallowing the bashful squeak he let out. You palmed him through his remaining underwear, your cock throbbing when you felt a pair of drenched folds through the thin fabric. You already knew he was trans, so it wasn't a surprise, but you truly had to thank whatever divine being made this man just so perfect. You wouldn't be able to count how many times you came just to the thought of getting to fuck a baby into your Kylar—because he would be yours if you put your kid inside him, right?

Kylar, to his wondrous credit, seemed to have a similar thought process. When he felt your fingers against his slick, he spread his legs even wider and shuddered erotically, only to pull away from your heavenly kiss. "Y-You should put it in. A-And not pull out, e-ever." He all but whispered the command, and you were more than happy to comply. You ripped another hole in the last remaining barrier and dug in with no further warning, relishing in the erotic yelp he gifted you, alongside all the other sounds he made as you began to thrust into him.

His insides were soft and gummy, massaging your cock as you slammed your hips against his. Any time he gripped onto you, you'd move in a particularly rough way, and if he whined, you left a new mark on his hardly exposed neck. He clung to you and didn't bother with keeping quiet, babbling all sorts of lewd things as he grinded up into your crotch at the peak of each thrust. At some point, you had to forcibly hold his hips still to keep him from accidentally shifting too far from you. It had the added bonus of giving you more leverage to ravage his cunt, though, so you were happy with the arrangement, even if Kylar cried about it.

Kylar came suddenly around you, soaking both your crotches with a thick cream, and you slowed for just a moment to give him some time to recuperate. When he began to whine again, you picked up the pace—drilling into him as fast as you could. As your own climax drew near, an unkind idea popped inside your head and made you pause. With a smirk, you slowly began to pull out of his swollen pussy, stopping only when Kylar's legs wrapped around the back of your hips and forced you to stay inside.

His face was still a delicious red, but his expression was dangerous. What a pretty boy. "C-Cum inside. N-Now." You chuckled at his cute attempt at being mean and happily resumed your gyrating, cumming with a drawn-out moan as you pushed your hips as deep into his as you could. "G-Good." Kylar hummed, clearly pleased with himself. You were far more pleased with yourself than he could've been, honestly. Hopefully after this he'd give you a tour around his house, and you could start planning on where the nursery would go.

So, he began to walk. He first explored the town's streets, then wandered the forest's paths, and eventually found himself staring down the sharp cliff side hidden behind the docks and its unmaintained foliage around the edges. It was a tad dangerous, but the sense of adventure was overwhelming. He felt... free. Like he'd finally left a birdcage that always had the door open. It became habit to only drop by the orphanage for a few moments, less than an hour, to change from his school uniform and go off on another adventure. After a few days, he even began to hum as he aimlessly wandered about, enjoying life in a way he hadn't before.

He was a bit less relaxed when he suddenly began sprouting feathers, nonetheless an entire set of wings, but stressing only made them fall out and leave a horribly itchy bald spot. So, he continued as he had been. Out of sight, out of mind; he was just lucky the new appendages were on his back.

Robin thought he'd explored the entire town and its perimeter by the time he'd gotten this surprise, but he was corrected when he caught sight of a little road that branched off of Danube street. It was hidden between two manors, the grass and bushes lining it clearly uncared for and obviously not part of either estate's grounds. Curiosity gnawed at him and it only grew when he finally caved and followed down the cracked pavement. It led to a house that looked more like a horror attraction than a place where anybody lived. Well, if anyone even lived there. He couldn't fathom anyone taking residence in such an abandoned building. The wood paneling was completely rotted, all the plants overgrown, and the roof partially collapsed. The only part of it that was well-taken care of were the giant spider webs that covered every ledge and corner. He already felt like the arachnids were watching him, and he wasn't a big fan of the creepy crawlies. So, he turned around the left, jittery and jumpy the whole day afterwards.

Ever since then, he'd always felt like he was being watched. What used to be a casual stroll around the town became a paranoid shuffle from one bright open space to the next, and it was driving him mad. Had that creepy manor really messed with him that bad? It's true he was never good with anything scary—the other kids at the orphanage learned that years ago during a particularly well-decorated Halloween season. Robin thought he was ridiculous for getting so worked up over something that had nothing to even do with him. Then, he started seeing things. Odd shadows that loomed over him at times, and strange blurs of movement that seemed to jump between buildings. A random shining glare of green from the reflective eyes of an animal he didn't have a name for. Dark feathers, colored like an oil spill, dotted his windowsill at the orphanage. He didn't think it was a bird, and the birdy part of him agreed.

He grew distant. He stopped going on walks, stopped talking so much to the other orphans, and eventually even stopped going to school every day. Bailey would bang at his door and yell at him, but he didn't budge. She didn't scare him as much as the thing that stalked him like prey. His room was safe, at least. He got Sydney to start lending him books whenever he did go to school, since he certainly didn't have the money to properly rent anything the library had. The night he had finally gotten comfortable in his room again, Sydney's novel on his wobbly bedside shelf, he was corrected. His room wasn't very safe. At all.

He was stirred awake by a subconscious chirping, and opened his eyes to find another pair staring directly into his. Robin didn't flinch or breathe, just gaze back at the beast above him. It was a snake-like monster easily twice his size, though it had legs like some type of lizard, and was covered in oil-spill feathers. The longer he looked, the more he saw of it: bones jutted against the skin, bald spots where the feathers didn't grow, razor-sharp claws, a frenzied green glare. It had its front feet holding him down through the thin blanket, and the only movement it made was to clench one foot closed around his arm. The claws cut through the fabric like warm butter and into his arms, pricking him painlessly. Within moments, he felt himself grow impossibly drowsy. As he fought to keep his eyes open, the monster picked him up in its maw and leaped out the window. He could only feel the wind against his face, and the sensation of freedom it gave him, before his consciousness faded.

When he woke, he was in a room that smelled like mold and rot. He shifted and was met the the sound of creaking wood and rusted bed springs. He was still groggy and everything felt fuzzy, like it was a dream, especially when the half-torn door to the room opened and a young man stepped in. The fellow looked about Robin's age, though rather short and very thin. He could see every single bone through the stranger's skin, and his instinct was to frown in concern. The feeling of compassion faded when it caught up to his brain that the man not only had non-human characteristics, such as a familiar set of feathers and piercing eyes, but that this guy had no clothes on.

Before Robin could turn away and cover his eyes, the man walked over and bent down, holding a pile of sub-optimal cut fruit on a scuffed silver platter. Robin paused at the offered food, or at least he presumed the man was giving it to him.

"I-I scared you p-pretty bad, right? S-Sorry... I-I'm not very good with, u-uh... humans." The man glanced at the wings on Robin's back at the second pause, before looking him back in the eyes. Robin didn't know what to think of it, and the fog in his head didn't let him anyways. When Robin didn't respond, the man hurriedly continued. "I-I saw you sometime ago. In front of my manor. O-Our manor, now, if you want. Y-You looked so scared that I-I got worried and started keeping an eye out for you. I-I wanted to make sure you stayed safe."

In Robin's mind, he knew this was crazy. The man was clearly dangerous and unstable. But, a part of him was deeply flattered by the man's thoughtfulness. It cooed at the man's strength and yearned to preen those dark plumes that had clearly never been properly cared for. It wanted the man.

"What... What's your name?" Robin finally spoke, voice a conflicted whimper. The man perked up and smiled a bit too wide, sharp teeth on full display. "Kylar! Y-Your name is Robin, right? I-I kept hearing the people around you say it." How observant, his heart twitted. "O-Oh! I, uh, brought you some fruit. I-I saw you eat a lot of apples, and thought you liked them. Um, i-if you want something else, I can get whatever you want." How caring, it sang louder. Robin didn't talk, but apparently eating the fruit pieces was enough to make the man, Kylar, smile even wider.

Days passed. Kylar would enter the room and give Robin food, they would chat for a while, and then he would lay back down to try and sleep off that bleary feeling only for it to return stronger. Sometimes he'd wake up to the sensation of something wet on his face or a dull pain somewhere on his arms. It was hard to tell time, given the only window in the room was completely covered by a stapled-down curtain that let nothing shine through. Whenever he was awake, Kylar was beside him in the little room. Kylar would praise Robin for something random, looking at the orphan's wings every now and then like a sad puppy, only to quietly move on to giving him the portion of food he'd prepared.

It was alarming how quickly Robin was growing to like Kylar and enjoy his company, and he himself found it odd as well. Alas, that gnawing part of him was overshadowed by the birdy chirping that sang over every thought of concern. His head was a mess, but his heart wasn't. Only a week later and Robin was letting the nude stranger lay his horned head on his lap, brushing his fingers through the other's hair and chatting warmly. When Kylar finally reached out to touch Robin's wings, he hadn't batted an eye and spread his wings out farther for him.

"I've always wondered why I got these. All the feathers, too. They make it so warm and itchy under my clothes." Robin chatted as Kylar raked his clawed fingers through the rows of feathers. Robin's wings weren't anything impressive, but Kylar seemed enamored. "I think I know. T-This place is tainted by the goddesses. Their taint changes people sometimes, when they don't feel human anymore." Kylar hummed lightly, and the orphan's eyes widened. "I-I'm not one of them, though. I've been a dragon since birth. M-Mom and dad still visit sometimes, but they're... Well, a-anyways, that taint will turn someone into how they feel. In your case, a... robin. It's fitting. Your wings are so pretty."

Robin felt the world around him shift, though a birdy part of him only echoed back the last couple of sentences. "Thanks! Yours are really pretty too. Want me to teach you how to preen them? It'd probably help with flying, at least." Robin brushed off the complicated thoughts and Kylar positively beamed at him. "W-Would you? Can you teach me right now?" The dragon leaned closer and the orphan felt his face grow warm. His heart chirped and flew about in is chest, the traitorous little thing. "Yeah!"

He leaned in as well, though he was careful to not get his face any closer to Kylar's as he reached around the dragon to grasp one of his many wings. They were small, torn to shreds, and a bit rough to the touch. Kylar froze in place as Robin scooted closer, arm essentially wrapped around his waist, considering the orphan had foolishly reached around the front for one of the wings on his other side, despite sitting beside him. Robin gently pulled the wing to a full stretch and turned it to show the inner side to Kylar. He got lost in tittering about the structure of the wing and how to care for it, his voice a gentle murmur and their bodies pressing.

Robin had all but forgotten how eternally naked Kylar was; the man didn't seem to own any clothes, but at least he didn't tend to make light of it either. He had only allowed himself flustered glimpses, but it didn't even look like Kylar had anything below the waist, like a doll of sorts. He was corrected for the third time. A few minutes after he had begun his lesson, he felt something warm and wet glide against his arm. Robin paused his talking and moved his arm away, looking down to find a pair of... tentacles? It didn't seem right to call the appendages as such, since they didn't have any suckers and twisted and bent in ways that he never saw an octopus do.

The orphan wrapped his hand around one of them before his common sense could catch up with his curiosity, and jumped when Kylar made the lewdest whimper he'd ever heard out of a person. Suddenly, he noticed the tendrils were definitely connected to Kylar, and they were joined exactly where he had expected to see genitals initially. They were poking out of some kind of slit, one he hadn't seen before because it had been so flush against the rest of Kylar's skin, but it seemed to be puffy now, like a set of pussy lips. A pussy that had a twisting hemipene curling out of it and was now wrapping itself around his hand.

"A-Ah, sorry!! I didn't mean- I didn't know-" Robin began to sputter as his face burned, panicking about the supposed dragon dicks holding onto his hand. He wanted to let go, but they wouldn't let him and he was scared of hurting Kylar if he forced them to let go. "I-It's ok! I, uh, w-wouldn't mind... if you w-wanted to..." Kylar trailed off, the entire upper half of his body a violent red from the sheer intensity of his blush. Robin couldn't look away from the other man. The birdy part of him sang a lovely song and guided his wings as they wrapped around Kylar. Before he got a proper grasp on what he was doing, the dragon was shuddering and gasping in his hands.

He dragged his hand up and down the cocks, massaging them with his palm as it shifted around uncontrollably. Kylar let out a broken moan when Robin wrapped his other arm around the back of Kylar, firmly caging the smaller man in his embrace, and used the free hand to explore the base of the cocks. His fingers traced where the penis(es?) met the fragile flesh of the slit, then his fingers dipped under the slit to explore beneath the folds. It was surprisingly roomy in there, along with very wet, and his made his own cock jolt at the feeling. Not that the mere sight of Kylar in this state hadn't already started straining his pants at the crotch. His finger suddenly dipped deeply into the dragon, eliciting a high-pitched whine, and he paused.

"D-Do you think I could...?" Robin slowly spoke as he rubbed his finger against every ridge inside that hidden pocket. Kylar frantically nodded his head and Robin swallowed, shocking even himself at how eager he was to fuck a dragon he'd only known for maybe a week and a half. But his (only partially) appalment towards himself didn't stop him from hurriedly taking off his clothes. At least this time around the cocks let his hand escape, though a bit pruned and slick. Kylar ran his clawed hands through Robin's well-maintained plumage as the orphan returned to the dragon's side.

The slit didn't go very far down, and certainly not the special little dip that Robin wanted inside so badly, so it was a bit difficult to find a good position. They ended up face-to-face and chests pressing together as Robin held Kylar's hips up by his ass, both on their knees. When Robin finally got to sink his cock into Kylar, they both groaned erotically and pressed harder into each other. While he wasn't very well-endowed, it's not like he was small either. However, that squishy crevice certainly was. It was tight around him, enough to be uncomfortable if Kylar purposefully squeezed any harder, and it didn't fit his whole cock. The entrance to it was particularly small, like an iron ring he was barely getting through. He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in quickly, speeding up the pace as a desperate chirping filled his head. It told him to break the ring and claim his prize, and, for once, he listened whole-heartedly.

On the fifth thrust in, he felt something snap around his cock and felt a flood of liquid, alongside hearing a broken squeak from Kylar. Something in him cheered and he glimpsed down, unable to fully rid himself of concern, only to find a thick cream enveloping his cock in a thick ring, marking just how deep he'd gone inside. When he looked back up, he only saw pure lust in the dragon's expression, and began to thrust with a stronger vigor. Suddenly, Kylar's semi-pussy was much more accepting of the intrusion and swallowed his cock eagerly, prehensile cocks wrapping around the base and massaging whatever wouldn't physically fit.

Kylar made all sorts of erotic noises and blabbered mindlessly on about getting pregnant and having an unspecified number of hatchlings with him. Each moan, whine, and delirious mumbling made a birdy part of him want to shut the dragon up with a stronger assault and a kiss. So, he did. Kylar didn't make as much noise when their mouths met, or at least none that wouldn't come out muffled. Robin relished in the final loud moan Kylar let out when he hit his peak, absolutely soaking his crotch in what was probably multiple types of cum. He came only a moment after and hid his own moans with another hungry kiss.

Cleanup wasn't too hard, even if Kylar absolutely refused to let Robin wipe off the orphan's cum from his slit. He was also a bit baffled when Kylar refused to let Robin redress, claiming he should 'clean his clothes for him' and then stealing off with them. Robin didn't get them back, even weeks later. But, that was okay. He was a bit flustered at first, but that birdy heart of his held no shame in it. He had no shame for it, though Kylar's hungry gaze still flustered him greatly whenever he caught it. At least Kylar finally let him explore the rest of the manor, and better yet, even let him tidy the place. Robin began to cook for the dragon, and watched with great satisfaction when the smaller man finally started to gain weight. Then he watched with great confusion when the dragon's stomach especially began to grow. Well, at least their nest was ready?

Sydney tended to be very sure of things. He was sure of his faith. He was sure of how the college library’s sorting system worked and how he played his part in how it functioned. What he wasn’t sure about, however, was his place in the hearts of the people important to him. He always knew his mom would love him—that wasn’t what was in doubt. Rather, it was his… friends.

Every day, after their classes ended, Egg would come and visit him in the library until well after it had closed to the public. He was a very sweet man that knew how to keep Sydney entertained without distracting him from his work. Even the old, prickly librarian had a soft spot for the bright fellow and wouldn’t chide him to keep quiet or go home when all the other students did. They’d been friends for a long while, having met when they shared a class in public school many years ago, so they were rather comfortable with each other by now. It grew less comfortable when Sydney’s face began to heat and his heart began to grow unsteady any time Egg got too close, and it got even worse when all Sydney had to do was think about the man for the symptoms to magically appear. He knew well that he had something a bit stronger than a crush on Egg, and it’d been around as long as Sydney knew the outgoing man, but it was getting to be a bit much.

Then, suddenly, another familiar face appeared. Kylar. The very same Kylar he had been close to before either of them knew how to read or count, and the same one he had a dramatic falling out with when Kylar was orphaned. He didn’t know much about what happened to his old friend’s parents, just that there was a tragic accident and Kylar had some distant relatives move into his vintage manor to take care of him. Kylar had pushed him away when Sydney told his mom about how those relatives were bad people. Sinners, the lot of them—mistreating his best friend in every sense of the word. The smaller man, a flimsy boy back then, said he didn’t need Sydney’s help, after it had only worsened the situation. That the religious boy should stick to his scriptures and not worry about “heathens” like him and his family. Ever since then, Kylar avoided him everywhere he could. Kylar had even outright disappeared the moment they had graduated secondary school. Sydney never thought he’d see the frail man again.

That day, Egg had entered like normal by swinging the door wide open. The main difference was that he was already talking to someone, his voice barely hushed enough to avoid a talking-to from the librarian as he animatedly explained the library’s layout to whoever was hidden behind him. Then, a head of messy dark hair tilted out from behind him, a familiar face looking around the tall shelves. Sydney simply forgot to breathe when he saw Kylar again, heart skipping a beat, only to sharply inhale when he watched their hands meet in an intimate hold. He had to look at the reflection of his phone to make sure he was presentable, or, just not as visibly shaken as he felt, and only looked back over when Egg called his name.

Kylar wasn’t all that frail anymore. Still tragically skinny, but no longer so deathly pale and bruised. There was a light to his eyes now—bright, loving, and hopeful. But, it was only there when he was looking at his boyfriend. At Egg. Sydney knew Egg was seeing someone, and had been for a while. Another man, supposedly very cute by Egg’s description. Sydney had his spirits dampened by the news some months ago, but he knew his feelings weren’t Egg’s responsibility, so he wished Egg and his new boyfriend well and continued on like nothing happened. Seeing them together now, though, bit at him like a snake. Fate suddenly felt cruel, the teachings of his goddess for naught. But, as always, he buried the hurt and kept on like all was well.

Kylar would follow Egg into the library every day after then as well, always hanging off his arm or pressed against his side. Sydney would always unconsciously stare at Kylar, and where he and Egg were touching at the moment. He always expected the smaller man to glare back, and he certainly did, but never with all the vitriol and hate that he did when they were younger. Something managed to take the sharp edge off his anger, and Sydney could guess what. Egg would always bring Kylar closer when he caught wind of his lover’s bad mood, murmuring a sweet “what’s wrong?” in a tone that made Sydney clench at whatever was closest, and swiftly kiss whatever part of Kylar’s face wasn’t his lips after the smaller man gave a non-committal answer. Sydney could see Egg unraveling the fragile, tangled feelings and thoughts that Kylar had built up. It hurt a bit. To see Egg doing what he wanted to do for years, and yet to also see Kylar getting the careful unwinding touch of the man who had saved him from that dark and lonely time.

“Alright, I gotta go, see ya later Sydney! Kylar, you ready to leave?” Egg threw his messenger bag over his shoulder as he got up from the counter that made up Sydney’s desk. There weren’t many chairs behind it, and none of them were comfortable to Egg anyways, so he simply sat on the counter itself every single time. Kylar would always sit with him, cuddled up to his side. Kylar looked at Egg, hesitating for a moment before he glanced at Sydney. He shook his head a bit and dropped his gaze to the floor. Sydney could see the concern in Egg’s expression, only for it to melt away into a loving understanding. “Need to stay a bit longer, hun?” At the shy nod he got in response, he kissed Kylar’s forehead and walked out the library with a big grin and a cheerful wave to them both. “Alright! I’ll go get the car warmed up! Just text me when you’re ready~”

Sydney was frozen to the spot in what could only be described as terror. He wasn’t exactly afraid, Kylar wasn’t exactly violent anymore, but he couldn’t guess what the smaller man was still there for. It was winter—a random Friday before the holiday season. Even the librarian left hours ago, leaving the three of them alone for a while. The library was dark and kinda cold, due to it being an old building with barely any electricity, and he could see Kylar start to shiver.

“Stay away from him.” Kylar was suddenly tense, voice quivering and tight. Sydney couldn’t tell if he was scared or holding back his anger. “He’s mine. Not yours.” He wrapped his sweater tighter around himself, gaze still locked on the old carpet underneath them both. Sydney slowly stood up, walking over to stand in front of the smaller man. He lifted his hands and Kylar’s eyes shot up to look at Sydney, glaring at him with a gaze so dark with hatred it could kill. “Touch him and-”

“I wont.” Sydney interrupted him with a voice softer than the fresh snow outside. He took off his own scarf, handmade by his mother last year as a birthday present to him, and took care to loosely wrap it around Kylar’s neck. He smiled when the smaller man stopped shivering, staring up at him with big eyes. “I can see how much you love each other. I… I could never put my feelings above yours. Not again.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper as he fluffed up the scarf that was now on Kylar, knowing just how warm and comfortable it was. He smiled as best he could to his old friend, though he doubted it was barely more than a sad line across his face, as he let go and backed away. “I care. About you, and Egg.” Maybe a little too much, he almost added, but Kylar pushed him away before he could say it and regret it. Or, rather, he had simply grabbed the front of Sydney’s open coat and used that to both push him away and keep him close.

Kylar and Sydney looked at each other for a while in silence. Kylar was visibly battling some confusing emotions inside, his cheeks flushing as his eyebrows twitched, clearly wanting to furrow but unable to summon the anger to do so. Sydney was simply confused, but didn’t want to tear himself out of Kylar’s grip, so he met the other man’s gaze. Sydney was still standing rather close, his legs brushing against Kylar’s from where they dangled off the side of the counter. Then the smaller man let out a stuttering sigh and fell forward, tugging Sydney closer so his head landed on the religious man’s chest. Sydney froze as his old friend pressed hard into him, essentially nuzzling into the warmth of his shirt.

“I know.” He could barely hear the words the smaller man said, and he certainly didn’t register them before Kylar thrust him away again and got up. Kylar rushed through the library exit, already tapping shakily at his phone. Sydney had spent the rest of the weekend thinking about it, occasionally rubbing at the spot over his heart where Kylar had buried himself. There was a gentle glowing hope that grew there, and it brought him a small amount of despair as well.

However, he was nothing but baffled when Egg was more animated than ever the following Monday. He was sat incredibly close to where Sydney worked on the counter, his thigh basically touching Sydney’s arm. The religious man had tried to keep in mind Kylar’s words from literally just a few nights before, scooching further down the counter whenever Egg got too close. But then Egg would move closer again, comically chasing him down the long desk until Sydney finally caved and just looked up at Egg. He was grinning cheekily, like something great he’d been waiting for finally happened. Sydney furrowed his brow and flushed, glancing warily over at Kylar. The small man was watching idly, surprisingly calm though he also looked a bit nervous. Sydney did a double-take as he finally noticed the familiar scarf that was wrapped around Kylar’s neck.

“Wanna come over later?” Egg snapped Sydney’s attention back to him, laughing lightheartedly at the religious man’s dumbfounded expression. “It’s been a while since we met somewhere outside of the library! We could have a movie or game marathon this weekend at my place, the three of us.” Egg kicked his leg and bumped it against Sydney’s shoulder, watching with a satisfied grin as the religious man flushed a dark red. It sounded like he was being invited to a date, though the clarification that it would be the three of them struck him as odd. As much as he loved the both of them, he wasn’t exactly happy to go to what would inevitably be a date between the two of them while he was the very sad 3rd wheel. He was about to politely refuse for the sake of his own heart, until Egg tilted his head so prettily to the side, and his words caught in his throat. “You don’t gotta respond now. It’s way later in the week so just let one of us know before the end of Friday, yeah?” Sydney could only nod as Egg laughed again.

This week was odd. Both of them usually kept their distance, and Egg was as friendly as ever while Kylar hovered over him like a jealous cat, but not the last four days. Egg did everything he could to keep some kind of physical contact with Sydney and Kylar would either watch from a few feet away, or, even more confusingly, join. Like now, on the fifth day, where Egg was doodling random nonsense on Sydney’s arm with a water-washable marker he got from who-knows-where as Kylar was sat in an actual seat directly next to Sydney, leaning against his side and resting his head on the religious man’s shoulder as he watched Egg draw. The touch was driving him mad. He was sure his face was going to be burnt by the end of this latest session. These two were getting more and more bold, and Sydney still had yet to understand why they were doing this at all. Egg’s shown time and time again he only likes being so close to his lover, so why’s he so touchy now? Kylar’s right there, next to the Sydney he’s hated for over a decade?? Huh???

Kylar shifted, the motion barely noticeable admist all the conflicted feelings and thoughts running through Sydney at the moment. He felt like a computer with a fatal error the moment Egg had personally rolled up one of Sydney’s sleeves to draw something silly on his exposed skin, and by now he was outright bluescreening. He was spooked out of it when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, cold and slender. He turned barely to see Kylar, cuddled up to his side like he belonged there. He could hear Egg chuckle in front of him, who was grinning mischievously at them both. He could feel the screen of his mind getting even bluer.

“So, did you wanna come over tomorrow? You haven’t given an answer yet.” Egg spoke up, finishing some shoddy doodle of a bird and finally putting the cap back on the marker. Sydney thought for a moment, taking in the warmth they each shared with him in the cold library.

“I- Well… I want to, but…” Sydney frowned gently as he started, unsure how to voice his concerns without giving himself away as a wretched person who can’t simply hold a platonic relationship with is friends. Then he glanced up and saw the understanding friend he had made years ago when he needed one the most. He sighed softly. “I feel like it would end up as something of a date between you two. I- I don’t really like being the third wheel.” He finally explained, feeling Kylar shift his head to look up at Sydney.

Egg was quiet for a moment before he chuckled. Sydney was confused until Egg slid his hand down Sydney’s arm, only stopping when he had the religious man’s hand held in his own. The taller man leaned down, kissed the back of it, and grinned like he could read Sydney’s empty mind.

“We could certainly make it a date between the three of us! I, personally, have a hard time picturing us leaving you out of it somehow.” Egg purred, a faint blush on his own cheeks. Sydney simply stared at him for a moment before looking over at Kylar, waiting for a raging protest from the easily jealous man. Only, Kylar was flushed as well, his eyes dark and wanting as he met Sydney’s gaze for a couple moments, only to look away and lay his head on the religious man’s shoulder again like a guilty dog. When Sydney looked back up at Egg for some kind of explanation on how this situation flipped itself on its head, he shrugged.

“Kylar seemed conflicted after you two were alone last week, and it took the whole weekend, but I managed to get him to crack and tell me what was bothering him so much. He’d said he liked you, and that you liked us both, among some other things we can go over later, but I promise they’ve been worked through!” Egg grinned eagerly, his smile turning sweet and a bit sad. “I also like you a lot too! We all like each other, so I thought we could try and rope you into becoming our boyfriend as well. I know Virgo and her teachings are important to you, though, and I don’t know if she has anything in her scriptures about only wanting her followers in more conformative relationships. I’d understand if you don’t want to, for whatever reasons matter most to you.”

Virgo definitely had things against this in her holy works, but Sydney couldn’t refuse the offer. He would rather spend the rest of his life repenting.

It shouldn’t be much of a surprise that the supposed date night ended with Egg’s tongue pressed wetly against Sydney’s chastity cage and Kylar’s cock ravaging his ass. They’d already been going for a while before this—Sydney could still taste Egg’s cunt from when the taller man took a seat on his face, and he certainly wouldn’t forget the sight of Kylar stroking himself to complete hardness any time soon.

He could feel the probing tongue trying to slip beneath the smooth metal of his cage, hungry for the precum he was leaking like a broken faucet. At the same time, Kylar was thrusting in and out of his ass with the ferocity of a starved man sat in front of a feast. The feelings were so overwhelming that all he could do was arch his back and moan as he gripped desperately at Egg’s hair and the fancy couch cushions under them. His legs were hoisted over Kylar’s shoulders, barely laying across the sitting length of the couch, and Egg had an arm wrapped under his hips to keep him steady as he toyed with the cage. Kylar had accidentally banged the cage against Egg’s teeth a couple of times from his first few thrusts, and the problem was quickly solved by effectively trapping Sydney between them both.

If he looked up, he could see Kylar staring down at him with dangerously hungry eyes through his own blurred vision, and glancing to his side brought the image of Egg feverishly shoving a couple of fingers down his cunt. Sydney would have jumped in to tease some part of the taller man’s genitals, but he was hardly anything more than mush at this point. He was even less than that when his climax hit, spraying cum across Egg’s lips and his cage as Kylar groaned, slowing his pace and spilling his own cum inside Sydney just moments later.

“F-Fuck, you’re tight.” Kylar moaned softly, relishing in Sydney’s hot insides before carefully pulling out and watching his cum trickle out the used hole.

“What a good boy~ Still good to go for more?” Egg purred, glancing at the both of them, as he pulled his fingers away and stretched to lick a stripe down Sydney’s gaping ass, catching the cum as it escaped. Sydney shivered at the feeling, and nodded eagerly. Kylar’s dick jerked back to life at once and he also nodded, watching as Egg manhandled a limp Sydney into a better pose.

Egg was outright hugging Sydney’s ass to his face, letting the religious man lay completely on him. It would have been, more or less, the sixty-nine pose, if Sydney’s back weren’t to Egg’s stomach. Now it was Egg’s turn to have his legs over the side of the couch, eating the cum out of Sydney’s ass like he was getting paid damn well to do it. Kylar’s dick was right in front of Sydney’s face, the tip a centimeter away while his balls were pressed flush with Egg’s drowned pussy. For a moment, he thought Kylar wanted him to suck it, only for the smaller man to back away and bend down to kiss Sydney. It was deep, if brief, and Kylar pulled away licking his lips happily as he brushed Sydney’s loose hair to the side of their bodies. Then, he lined his dick up to Egg’s cunt and easily slid inside.

Sydney’s face was barely a few inches away from where his new lovers were locked together, essentially being held upside down and being made to watch from so very up close. He could smell them both, Egg’s sweet slick and Kylar’s addictive musk, as they combined and grew stronger the more pleasure they felt. The wriggling tongue in his ass, methodically searching for all droplets of Kylar’s spend hidden inside him, as the same cock pistoned in and out of the new hole directly in front of his face.

Egg came first, burying his face in Sydney’s ass as he shuddered and whined, grinding against Kylar whenever he could. Kylar didn’t slow this time, leaning over the both of them as he went much faster. Sydney could feel droplets of Egg’s cream hitting his face from how Kylar was slamming their hips together, only to stutter and hurriedly pull out. Sydney didn’t have much time to think before Kylar pumped his cock with his fist a couple of times, aiming directly at Sydney’s face. Then Kylar came, coating his face in a few thick squirts.

So this was the heaven Virgo had tried to keep him from.

You were used to this awful, strange town. The people were weird by nature, and the nature was even weirder. Though odd, it was comfortable enough if you knew how to fend off the touchy ones. At some point, you even began to embrace the outright fictional events around you. A real, living furry with the animal parts baked in? They're all over town, and a lot of them are pets, so it's nothing you flinch at anymore. Some kind of plant fused into a person running around naked? You've already passed by plenty just today, and had a conversation or two with them. Multi-limbed creatures trying to swarm you from the underbrush? Honestly, you found them almost cute.

So when a very pretty harpy lady began flying over head, you weighed your options. Cons: a bird woman in the middle of the moor probably isn't a good sign, and you've already made it this far in life without ever having to lewdly touch anybody or anything. How you did that in this town is a mystery, but miracles happen sometimes. Pros: that bird woman is very hot. Usually, you aren't sexually inclined, but something about the harpy just calls to you. Quite literally, if her, frankly beautiful, screeching from above was any sign. You contemplated for a bit longer, watching closely as she circled again and again above you. You reached your conclusion when she dove down, and opened your arms welcomingly right before she picked you up with her big bird feet.

"I am Great Hawk. Wife should get comfortable." Were the harpy's first words to you upon landing at some tall tower you'd previously caught glimpses in the distance of while exploring earlier. She had set you down as carefully as a woman almost twice your size could, and took a couple steps back to give you space. She probably expected you to be panicked or surprised, but you were more disappointed that she didn't stay so close. You were eager to get a good look at her. "I will be back with gift." She took off out of the tower before you could say anything, and you decided to do as she said and make yourself at home.

When Great Hawk came back, she seemed to momentarily forget where she was. While she had been off doing whatever, you had taken the liberty to start cleaning the tower. It was a finite space, and you were very adept with cleaning by now, given all the millions of odd jobs you did around town, so it didn't take very long to at least get the dust and loose debris out of your immediate living area. Your attention turned to the harpy when she almost stumbled her landing, more focused on taking in the dramatic change of her nesting quarters. "Oh, welcome back! I thought I'd clean the place a bit while you were out." You chirped happily, drawing her attention to you. You'd torn a good portion of your clothes into pieces to make a few rags to clean with, but you assumed you wouldn't be wearing any clothes soon enough given the tendencies of things around here, so you weren't upset at all. If anything, you were just streamlining the process. She didn't wear clothing, so neither would you, right? When in Rome and all that.

"I- yes, thank you, wife..." She spoke softly, a visible mix between confused and flustered, as her eyes tried to roam but routinely ended up at your chest. Your top was the first thing to go, and you didn't wear a bra today anyways, given that it was a little warm out for spring and you weren't expecting to be around anyone who cared. You didn't think your tits were all that great, especially for this town, but she seemed rather enamored. So much so that she jolted when the thing in her hands twitched, and she blushed as she held it out to you. "I-I got you food. Good nutrition, easy to find." She offered one of those multi-limbed creatures to you, and you took it gratefully. She stared as you bit into it, and her face darkened as you savored its taste. It was an odd texture, almost like that of crab meat, but it and the taste weren't unpleasant. You'd even dare say you enjoy them.

"Glad wife likes it. Thought landbound would dislike, never seen one eat egg-eater before. Will get wife more next time." Great Hawk chuckled as you licked your fingers clean, looking up at her through your lashes. You smiled and cast a glance out of the tower ledge, taking in the setting sun on the horizon, and grinned at her. "It's gonna be dark soon. Did you want to lay down with me?" You offered, motioning to the nest nearby. It didn't look comfortable, but she was a bird and you were no better than a dog. You'd live.

She seemed surprised by the suggestion and nodded with a soft smile, easily picking you up in her arms and carrying you to the nest. "If we could, I'd like to go through with a landbound custom." You spoke on the way, wrapping her arms around her neck and nuzzling into the downy feathers that so beautifully curved around her chest. You adored how the plumage avoided her breasts specifically—it made ogling easier. You continued only when you heard her curious hum. "On the first night of becoming wives, landbound couples mate. I want to make my new wife feel good." You purred lowly, unable to help yourself as your hand cupped one of her tits. It was nice and hefty in your palm, and you massaged it with as much care as you could muster. She made a little noise, feathers ruffling, as she gently set you down on the nest and crawled on top of you.

"Would gladly mate with wife." She cooed back at you as her hands began to wander, sharp talons ripping through the remaining clothes you had kept on. You moaned softly when she dipped her claws into your folds, clearly careful to not cut you open on the inside as she slipped them in to the knuckle. She was a large lady, so her fingers were rather large too. Just one finger made you feel a bit full, and two made you stretch around her teasing motions. Though, you couldn't help but encourage it. You were initially going to whine, but you happened a glance between her legs, and are now eagerly trying to get her to open you up some more.

It was impossible to initially see, given the sea of feathers she had from the waist-down, but apparently she had a cock. It was... big. Just like the rest of her. Though, at least it looked tapered and the head wasn't so blunt, unlike a human dick. It would probably have an easier time slipping in than a regular person's of the same size, but that almost made you worry more. Maybe there was a chance she'd just go straight into your womb? There's no way that was particularly pleasurable, though you can't find yourself unwilling to at least try it with such a weapon. She didn't seem in much of a rush, regardless. Great Hawk was busy twirling her tongue around your chest as her fingers curled, twisted, and spread in your depths.

A few moments later and you'd already given up on your previous reasonable thoughts. Who cares if you get split in two, you just need her already. Getting torn in half by such a cock would be an honor rather than a tragedy. You were never a patient person, and it showed with how you grinded your hips against her hand and whined loudly to her. "Please, fuck me already. I can't take any more teasing." You moaned out as you pressed against her, only whining more when she chuckled at you. Or rather, your impatience. "If wife wants me to, I will." She responded with a sweet whisper, climbing further over you and letting her impressive cock press against your desperately awaiting cunt. You moaned loudly when she slid it in, and you could tell you were right about how its shape would let it go a little too deep. Oh well. If she wanted to womb fuck you, you'd gladly let her.

She groaned herself as she smoothly glided her hips back and forth, grinding into you every time she bottom inside you. It was heaven, frankly speaking, and you had no regrets in giving your virginity to her. You had even less qualms with it when she sped up the pace, picking you up in her arms and holding you like a fleshlight as she fucked up into you. Maybe her being a harpy was a greater boon than you thought, with her furious thrusting into your dripping pussy and heavy pants fanning directly across your neck. The animalistic behavior made you feel wanted, claimed, and it fed a more lecherous part of you. Your cunt fluttered around her still-ravaging cock, just shy of straight-up squirting your natural lube all over her beautiful dick. She didn't even pause her motions, but she came soon after as well.

You could feel the heat of her cum deep inside you, though you don't think it was actually in your womb, before she pulled out and let it drip all over the messily entwined sticks beneath you. "We should do harpy mating ritual when you get your wings in. Wife will look so pretty in the sky with me." She set you down and curled around you, easily chasing the night's chill away with her embrace as she murmured soft words. Initially, you wanted to go at minimum another few rounds, but you figured she could use the rest. You could pick up where you left off in the morning. It's not like you were going anywhere anytime soon.

Weeks later, when your feathers and wings came in, like she had promised, you weren't immediately able to fulfill her wish of the harpy's customs. After all, flying while carrying a giant batch of eggs in your stomach was rather difficult, to say the least. Though, after you laid these, you could probably follow through with her customs and earn yourself a second helping. A new, bird-y, part of you didn't like the thought of staying empty for long.

Kylar couldn't remember what his parents looked like as anything other than their current... sickly state. He often found himself looking up at that big painting in their manor, wondering if it was accurate or off in any ways. If it was off in every way, or just a few, and how it was off, if at all. The constant gloom of their manor, because the lights didn't really work after their electricity got cut off some years back, was oppressive. He's lived in it for long enough that he's simultaneously gotten rid off and regained his fear of the dark. He knows the shadows well. Well enough to know he should be scared of it, even if he was one with it.

His only sanctuary from that painting's baleful gaze was when he was out of the house. But, it was only a getaway from the painting. The outside world didn't like him either. Classmates would pick on him endlessly, he'd get any spare change on him stolen by lunch, and he's never left school without a couple fresh bruises from the regular hallway encounters. He only had two places of respite: a park bench barely under the shade of a tree, and by Sydney's side.

Sydney was hard to be around for various reasons, so he preferred his bench most days. But, when it was rainy and he couldn't stand the usual earthy dampness of a wet wooden bench, he'd stay with Sydney in the library after school. It was... difficult for Kylar to stay around the devout boy for too long, though he never wanted to leave when he did finally visit the strawberry blonde's little area in the back. It was a quaint, comfortable area, and Sydney would always smile when he saw Kylar, like his presence was some great thing. It made a maddeningly warm feeling explode in his chest every time, and Kylar couldn't quite tell if he liked it or not.

Regardless, he was here today. He sat in some random chair he'd pulled over from a vacant table nearby, idly listening to whatever studious thing Sydney was trying to talk to him about this time. "You know, you should join the temple! We could spend more time together there after the library closes." Sydney randomly spoke up after a few moments of silence, and Kylar frowned vaguely. He went to deny the offer, like all the thousand times before, but he paused. It would let him stay with Sydney longer. He's never even been inside the temple before, considering the nuns and monks shoo him off every time he gets past the first few steps.

Kylar's uncharacteristic silence made Sydney beam, hopeful. "W-Well, I guess I could. W-Would you help me join?" Kylar murmured, a bit bashful at needing someone's help to do something like this, but his apprehension melted a bit once he saw the pure joy on Sydney's face. Maybe it would be like a date. The thought made his cheeks warm and he turned his face away to hide it, only to be dragged into an even warmer hug by Sydney. "Of course! I'll talk to Jordan about it, and take you to them whenever you're ready! I can't wait to see you at the temple!" Kylar shivered as he felt the other man's breath tickle the ends of his hair. Suddenly, he was rather self-conscious about how his smelled; Sydney smelled good, like vanilla and caramel, but he never felt like he could get the smell of his house off himself. If Sydney smelled anything odd on him, he gave no hint of it when he pulled back and grinned at Kylar. He couldn't help but faintly smile back.

It took a week to meet Jordan, and they were kind enough to him. Gave him the rundown, did a very invasive virginity test that Kylar had to be held down by several nuns for, and welcomed him to the temple. Sydney gave Kylar a tour of the place, positively beaming the whole while, and that was that. A couple more weeks flew by, and Kylar was spending enough time away from home that he only had to change to a different house's breaker twice. Normally, he had to do it much more or his neighbors would get suspicious that someone was stealing their electricity. He's had enough officers show up on his doorsteps for that specifically. One more time and they might actually try to slap a charge on him. The temple's also, unsurprisingly, a great place to learn more about Sydney.

They've spent a few years apart, given his family situation, so after spending some time with him again, Kylar's had the profound feeling that he doesn't know Sydney all that well. So, he's gotten to digging. Well, it's more like he's gotten to watching. The tall ceilings provided great coverage and the textured walls were easy to climb. He's seen how Sydney rarely speaks to the other initiates, only saying the minimum words necessary. How he smiles, but only barely, when even Jordan approaches for a few words. At first, he was madly jealous—after all, none of them deserved Sydney. Then, Kylar felt immense pride. While Kylar would've preferred it if Sydney gave none of them the time of day, he still reserved the brightest smiles and nonsensical tangents just for him. For Kylar. Only Kylar.

It was obvious that they'd get promised, wasn't it? Of course, they'd get married and have a large family some day, though Kylar wished it would come sooner rather than later. But, as their casual talks melted into something more intimate, so did Kylar's patience at it reached its limit. He would stare when Sydney would fiddle with his pendant, wanting to see how the metal cross would look against sweaty skin. The only thing that'd snap him out of it was when Sydney inevitably asked if Kylar wanted to get a pendant too. So, when Sydney took him aside one day and confessed, Kylar was over the moon. He'd honestly thought they were already dating at that point, but he guessed a proper confession and proposal were nice to go through too. He daydreamed about how to plan the engagement proposal and their wedding all throughout the promising rite's process.

He snapped back to reality when they were together in the room again. Sydney under him, both of them completely naked, with hot wax dripping down their bodies like a scalding waterfall. He shivered in delight as he watched a drop fall from his chest onto Sydney's, and almost came just from meeting the other's gaze. The moment they got left alone, Kylar was rubbing his cunt on Sydney's cock. "A-Ah, wait, Kylar-" Sydney started, but he'd already started impaling himself on his beloved's fat dick. Kylar moaned as he slammed his hips down eagerly, stuffed full and delirious from the feeling of their virginities fading at the same time. He couldn't even feel the pain of it, especially not when he began to ride Sydney like his life depended on it. He certainly knew the future lived of their children did, at least.

Sydney would whimper with every movement down, and he'd groan erotically with every equal move up. Kylar didn't keep track of the noises he himself was making, or the things he was mindlessly babbling as he treated his beloved's dick like his favorite toy. He wasn't even vaguely disappointed neither of them brought lube—Kylar's juices were enough for both of them. He glanced at where they were connected and felt himself clench around Sydney when he saw the creamy white film all over their crotches. That must've been the breaking point for his future husband, though. Sydney reached up and gripped onto Kylar's waist, panting beneath him for a moment as he forced Kylar to stay still, even with all his whining and squirming. Then, he began to thrust up into him, and Kylar felt truly loved.

Kylar came once just a few short moments after Sydney had gained control, and then twice when he continued to hammer up into him. He could feel the tip of Sydney's cock kiss his cervix with every apex, dragging along his far too sensitive walls all the while. He was both relieved and very sad when it ended, though he also felt a great satisfaction when Sydney came inside him. He wished he had a plug or something to keep his lover's cum deep in there, crying to himself when it all came flowing out the moment Sydney pulled out. Oh well. At least he had his beloved Sydney all to himself from now on, right?

He tended to just ignore annoyances. Especially the ones that chased him around, trying to get something from him or out of him. He already had to deal with Bailey's weekly siege on his horde of gold, though she called it "paying rent." He wouldn't stand for total strangers that wanted his possessions or body parts, even if all they wanted was his tears bottled. But, he tended to at least tolerate the ones that only wanted something superficial. Like Whitney, who just wanted a pet dragon. It was odd, but their attempts at subduing a giant lizard were very funny, even to the lizard in question. He even began giving the fellow some of his claw trimmings or fallen fur tufts, and chuckling when Whitney shoved it in their bag before the dragon could think of taking it back. He wished Bailey was like that. If she were, then she wouldn't need a suit of armor just to steal away with a couple of shed scales.

He tended to go to the local school, though he wasn't properly enrolled—he was a dragon, so it's not like he had the legal documents for the human's public education system. He'd show up a little after classes had started in the morning, since that's when the least teachers were available to try and shoo him off the grounds, and peak his head around the building. Sometimes he'd press his face against the windows of the classrooms, namely from the outside, and watch as the students inside laughed at him and the teacher got upset at the class for being so easily distracted. Other times, he'd treat himself to their facilities—swimming in the pool, eating the leftover scraps from the lunchroom, napping in the rear courtyard, perching on the roof like a gargoyle, etc. Today, however, he decided to be a menace. He had to admit, he could be destructive when he got to be in a playful mood. So far, he'd terrorized that religious kid in the library by eating a book in front of them, and he even stole some pages out of a scraggly girl's sketchpad, though he regretted it when he saw that they were exclusively full of drawings of him. He decided she was a good artist, though, so he wouldn't get revenge. This time.

He poked his head inside a classroom door, unfazed when the teacher inside stopped mid-sentence and the students inside gasped. The class was already in session, and it looked like math from the equations on the board, but he didn't find anything special enough about the class to hang around. Just as he began to dip his head back out, he heard a familiar chuckle and stopped. It was Whitney, sitting at the back of the class and watching the dragon as it scrutinized the classroom. The teacher walked over to the dragon, their face pale as they tried to usher him out of the room without being within biting range, and he heard Whitney's laughter again. "C'mon, leave my pet alone, yeah? He goes where I go." They spoke up, their goons giggling to themselves as they held their phones up, just like they always did when he was around. They sure loved taking pictures and videos of him, though he couldn't blame them. He also quite liked dragons, especially the one in the mirror.

He huffed at the teacher and they froze up, even backing away when he squeezed past the door and entered the room. He walked over to the row of desks that Whitney and their gang was at, not bothering to close the door behind him. Their friends laughed and squealed when he got close, some even reaching out to pet him. "Hey, only I get to pet him, got it?" Whitney glowered at their group, and he glowered right back at the bully. He really didn't mind being pet. The kids at the orphanage did it literally all the time, excluding when he was busy fighting Bailey or any strangers that broke in. Not that anyone broke in often—at least not after the dragon's adult teeth grew in and more than a few went missing after a midnight run-in with him. Really, it's a miracle Bailey keeps coming back for more after all those hospital visits. The armor repairs have to be getting expensive by now.

The dragon lowered his head to Whitney, tempting them into petting the long fur around his neck like a lion's mane. They eventually did, running their fingers through it, only for him to headbutt them when he lowered his head enough for it. He also openly snickered at them from where they were sprawled out on the floor, cursing at him as they tried to sit up. Keyword try. He bit at their pant leg, dragging them across the floor and forcing them to choose between being pantsed by a dragon or getting dragged around by said dragon. Whitney chose to lose some dignity rather than a portion of their pride, and now he has a hostage to lug around the school by the hem of their slowly tearing pants.

He dragged Whitney out of the classroom, where the teacher had all but fainted and their friends hesitantly waved goodbye, and down the hallway. He only paused when his ass bumped into the doors that led outside, but brute forced them open with his tail and continued lugging his unwilling travel partner into the open grass of the school's backyard. Whitney bitched and complained, as per usual, and did so louder when their head bounced off of the steps that led down to the greenery. They also ungratefully whined as he raked them through the cool dirt and dewy grass. Once he was satisfied with their adventure together, he let Whitney go and looked down at them. They were all sorts of ruffled, obviously, and looked just as miffed. He snickered at them.

It was a nice day out. Partially sunny, comfortably warm, gentle breeze—perfect napping weather. So, he laid down in the grass and got cozy. He didn't mind that his pillow squirmed and spit obscenities, but he did mind that it lit up a cigarette to smoke while he was trying to sleep. He reached over and snatched the fucking thing out of Whitney's out mouth, chewing at it for a second before swallowing it. He met their dumfounded expression evenly, testing them, before laying back down. He also ate the next cigarette they tried to sneakily smoke before they gave up. Smoking kills, but he'd be fine. He's eaten worse.

Eden wasn’t a very lucky man by any means. Orphaned early in life and forced into the hard labor of hunting in the middle of a forest so far up north it often had snow that piled taller than him, he wouldn’t even call himself moderately lucky. He knew he earned the favor of no gods, no matter how hard he had tried, but surely this was a bit much? A man, naked and shameless, sat upon some kind of altar. He clearly wasn’t human, given the wolf-like anatomy of his limbs and the other things, such as the horns and wings. Eden had his hand buried deep in the course fur on the stranger’s chest, feeling the burning heat that Eden wasn’t sure was purely from his body.

He had been led here by some sort of innate pull. Guided through the forest he’d lived in all his life, like a fish caught on the line, to a wide slab of stone between unfamiliar trees and under a gloomy sky. He had gone to run his hand across its beautiful engravings, the swirling visage of a great demon-wolf, when something snagged at his palm and bit through his skin. His blood hit the stone, the design glowed, and now he had his outstretched hand against this magical mystery man who had appeared out of what was literally a random cloud of mist. The stranger also seemed surprised, though clearly not nearly as freaked out as Eden certainly felt. The hunter’s blood was slowly seeping through his dense fur coat, the red only visible against the black due to the gloss, but the stranger didn’t seem to care.

“Black Wolf.” The stranger spoke, right as Eden was getting ready to say something. The hunter jerked in surprise and confusion, which the man took as a sign to elaborate. “My name. Black Wolf.” The man, Black Wolf, apparently, leaned further into Eden’s touch as he loomed over the somehow shorter man. Eden was a tall man, but this stranger was a monster in more ways than one.

“...Eden.” He said eventually, furrowing his brows as he slowly took his hand back from the warm spot it had been nestled in. He wasn’t quite sure what to do, or how to do it, with this beastly man. Clearly Eden had brought him here—he wasn’t an idiot, he knew from old tales and legends that this was how mythical beasts and the like were summoned—but he had no clue as to why he had summoned Black Wolf. Life was good, or at least as good as it could be in the middle of a lonely winter in such a shoddy place. It was one of the best winters he’d lived through so far, though an unbidden taste of ash on the back of his tongue made him incredibly uneasy the last few days. The man before him smelled faintly of a freshly used hearth, so perhaps this living myth before him was to blame for that as well, but it didn’t feel all that correlated. “Are you a demon? Tempted me into summoning you?”

Black Wolf didn’t answer immediately, seeming more confused than anything, before he grinned with a tilt of his head. His teeth were sharp and pretty. “No. I was sleeping with my pack after a successful hunt. I woke up here, with a human touching me.” The grin turned seductive. “A handsome human. I’m a dragon. I tempt no one who is not already tempted. Not worth my time.” Eden shrunk back as if he’d been burnt, grumbling nonsense to himself as he turned away. He already had his unhurt hand in the pocket of his pants, fishing out a loose line of bandages he had made some while ago, and wrapping it around the barely-bleeding gash of the other. He could hear the sound of Black Wolf getting up from his seat on the stone. Eden didn’t turn to look before starting to walk off. He also didn’t look when he could hear footsteps following him the entire way home.

“You don’t live in human city?” Black Wolf only spoke up when they had stopped at his cabin, gazing at it curiously. Eden fought the urge to glower. Usually he only gets snide remarks from wandering merchants that follow the nearest road, but apparently even summoned dragons can’t hep but comment on his lonesome lifestyle. “Good. Pack always has hard time with living near human city. Glad you’re not so close. Easier to hunt.” That made Eden jolt a bit, finally turning to look at the stranger. The cloudy sky had parted a bit by now, and he took a moment to study Black Wolf in the better light. He was, frankly speaking, beautiful. Eden didn’t exactly like anyone, but he had a particular distaste with men, though that innate dislike didn’t seem to apply to this stranger. From the brief glimpse he had gotten at what lies between Black Wolf’s legs, he had gotten a sense of camaraderie out of the sheer similarities they physically had. Well, that, and a simmering heat somewhere low in his own body, but he wasn’t too keen on bedding a beast of legend.

Eden didn’t reply, but Black Wolf either didn’t notice or simply didn’t care. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, hardly noticing the sound of Black Wolf entering behind him. He spent the rest of his evening in the quiet, ignoring the useless chatter that the dragon would spew every now and then about random things. Most of them came across as compliments or outright flirting, but it was hard to tell. Black Wolf clearly wasn’t used to speaking a human tongue, so his manner of speech was odd at best, though Eden didn’t mind. Truthfully, it was harder to understand the people that passed by, with all their regional lilts and fancy words.

The hunter really only paid attention to the unwelcome guest when the dragon stole a good chunk of his last hunt’s meat, and he really only cared when the dragon tried to crawl in bed after him. He had noticed Black Wolf staring as he undressed to his underwear for the night, and he’d brushed it off until the dragon lifted the thick fur blankets to join him under them. Eden didn’t exactly stop the stranger, but he did give him a perfectly unhappy sneer as Black Wolf cuddled up behind him. He had to fight for sleep, trying his best to not let the giant warm body pressed against his back keep him up later than he needed to be.

He was moving through his cabin, alone as he should be, as the winter day came to a close. This is how it normally was, dark, cold, and dreary, with only a small fireplace to keep the vastly open cabin warm. Eden had barely sat down with a bowl of stew that contained whatever he could spare for a meal when a rumbling tore through the forest. It was only a small vibration he could sense through his heart, then it grew to a dizzying roar that sent everything into motion around him. He could hear trees being torn from the ground outside as his cabin fought to stay in one solid piece, only to fail after another powerful ripple through the ground. A heavy log fell on top of him, pinning him to the spiked and torn floor of his home, and suddenly he could smell, see, and taste nothing but ash and smoke. The smog coated the sky, turning the starry darkness above into a glowing sheet of orange and red. Giant columns of flames rose in the distance, spreading faster with sharp winds that flung debris into Eden’s face and wounds.

Amid the chaos, a giant figure loomed. It was closer than Eden could ever want it to be, but it wasn’t exactly near. It was as tall as a mountain, with a face he could only imagine was sourced directly from a demon. A wolfish beast with horns and wings, postured almost like that of a person but with limbs all too animalistic to be considered humanoid. Embers from the far fire stung Eden’s face and began to light the wood he’d used to build his home, and he began to struggle as he tried to wriggle out from the now burning beam. The monster from afar turned its massive head and stared directly at Eden, the blood red eyes of the monster now glowing an eerie yellow just like an animal’s at night. Flames blew out of its mouth like the smoke of a cigarette, lazily crawling out of the sides of its toothed jaws. Then it roared. A terrible sound that rung like extended thunder, shaking the earth below and scaring the heavens above, and something else began to tear through the forest.

Smaller hellspawns of the same breed came bearing through the undergrowth, jaws snapping like bear traps and leaking saliva like rabid dogs as they tore through the ruined forest directly towards the hunter. The fire was already eating him alive, boiling his skin and cooking his insides, so he didn’t fight the beasts as they bit into him. The last thing he could see was those demon mutts playing with parts of him that didn’t look meaty anymore as their lord stood in the background, shining eyes staring into his as the world turned to ash.

He woke sharply, initially still panicking as he smelled the tang of smoke and the heat of fire against his skin, only to slowly reason with himself that it was just Black Wolf. He’d shifted during his short nap to bury his face in the dragon’s chest fur, which, while now free of the blood from earlier, choked him with the memory of his fears. He pulled away and took a straining breath, hardly registering that the dragon was also starting to wake. Right as he swung his feet over the side of the bed, Black Wolf sat up, visibly drowsy and concerned.

“You smell like fear. What’s wrong?” Black Wolf asked, voice husky from sleep, as he shifted closer to press his great warm hands against his back. Hands that were too hot and too clawed. Hands that were too much like that monster’s. “Scary dream?” His voice grew gentler and Eden had to stop himself from hitting the dragon.

“...Yes.” Eden grunted, scowling as the dragon pressed against him further. Black Wolf rested his head on the hunter’s shoulder and he instantly began to feel a bit bad about being so aloof and hostile towards the dragon. He would have apologized, but he was still afraid. He’s had this dream over and over all his life. He had it almost every night when he was a child, and his parents had run themselves dry taking him to various churches to get this curse removed, up until they died when searching for another in a lawless town. He was sure this was a prophecy, or some kind of warning, given to him by something greater. Likely not a god. Even the malicious ones wouldn’t come up with such torment for a random mortal, especially if all he was ever destined to do in life was suffer anyways.

“It’s safe here. Warm, comfortable. I can protect you.” Black Wolf rumbled against him, muttering gentle words of comfort. Eden wasn’t an idiot, and he knew who this dragon really was. This beast was the monster of his dreams, the untouchable foe from afar that has haunted him his whole life. He didn’t trust this stranger, though his heart wanted him to. His head hurt.

“Why?” Eden spoke so quietly he wasn’t exactly sure he said it himself, but Black Wolf hummed soothingly behind him. Two large fluffy arms snaked around his midsection and held them close to each other. He didn’t appreciate how nice it felt to be hugged. It’s been a very long time since he’d been touched at all.

“You are my mate. You brought me here, to better land. Did not chase me off your territory, let me eat your food and share your den. You are worthy to be dragon’s mate.” Black Wolf pressed his mouth against the crook of Eden’s neck in what was almost a kiss, the rest of the large man curled protectively behind and around him. Eden furrowed his brows.

“Mate? What about your pack?” The hunter leaned back into him, and he heard the other scoff, to his surprise.

“Pack not really my pack. Packs are made of family. Mother and father are supposed to lead their pups. My pack only has distant brothers. They just start following me one day, taking my prey and space in den. Would follow wherever I went and never listen. I tell one to get down and all would climb up.” Black Wolf was surprisingly passionate about his pack’s downsides. He must have harbored these woes for a while. “Not mine. I care for them, but we not speak same language. They trust me too much. Follow what they think is my word into danger. Many been hurt from mishearing direction during hunt. Better to fend for selves than hunt with me. None of them pups.” He sighed, nuzzling deeper into Eden’s back.

He didn’t respond immediately, simply letting the words process as the dragon’s breath fanned over his bare skin and blew the chilly air away. That explains a lot, if that’s how Black Wolf’s pack was like. “...Then, you don’t want a pack anymore?” He cautiously asked.

“No. Want pack very bad, just want pack of my own. With pups of mine and my mate’s.” Suddenly, Black Wolf was licking along the crook of neck that he had been previously cuddling into and a jolt went through him. The touch was like he was being burned again, though it was much more pleasurable than he remembers it feeling.

“I- Huh? We can’t even- I don’t have a-” Eden’s mind was swirling as the feeling of those paw-like hands began to grope and prod every part of him. Half of him felt a stab of self-consciousness surface as Black Wolf palmed at parts of him that somehow still had fat clinging on despite his lackluster diet, while the other half desperately rushed as much blood as it could spare down to his crotch.

“I can smell it.” Black Wolf interrupted Eden’s nonsensical chatter, shuddering as he grinded his wet pussy against the back of the hunter’s boxers. “You can give me pups. Don’t care how. We make pack.” He gently sunk his teeth into the human’s shoulder, leaving a reddening mark behind as his claws traced over Eden’s own cunt through the thin layer of fabric.

Eden let out a breathy whine of sorts as he arched his hips into the heavenly touch of the dragon, feeling the claws dip further between the folds, although the fabric made it uncomfortable. He’d known his whole life that he was a very special case when it came to men. Not many of them had the parts of a woman, and even fewer had those parts without being a finer mix of the two binary genders. He’d simply gone his life thinking he’d never be wanted since those who tend to want a rugged man like him also want some kind of rugged cock. Now, however, he’s starting to learn that dragons don’t have human tastes.

Before the dragon tore through one of the precious few pairs of underwear he owned, he stripped it off with one quick motion of his hand. Then, he was being pressed back into the bed with Black Wolf devouring him through his mouth. The dragon spread Eden’s legs before pressing his own fluffy pussy against the hunter’s, grinding them together with a fervor he wasn’t sure he deserved. Black Wolf pulled back with what could only be described as a sensual growl, thrusting his claws between where they met and eagerly using the dulled ends to rub against their clits as they frotted against each other. Eden couldn’t hear anything other than their erotic grunts and moans, and the obscenely loud squelching coming from their cunts.

He felt like he was grinding against lava, but the cold air that hit him in between each thrust made for a delicious contrast. That and the honeyed kisses from Black Wolf were sending him far closer to the edge than he’d ever thought he’d get from actual sex, and he struggled to breathe in smoothly amidst all the air the dragon was stealing from him. He came violently when Black Wolf flicked his clit in just the right way, shuddering as the held onto his new mate like he’d fall into the fire of his dreams if he didn’t. A few more thrusts and then Black Wolf was cumming as well, pressing their cunts together desperately. Eden watched their slick mix, only barely taking note that his was whiter and creamier than the dragon’s, and sighed softly in relief as the other man stopped pressing them together so hard.

Then, Black Wolf gently scooped up their combined mess with his claws and carefully stuck it up into his too-warm pussy, tail wagging all the while. Eden couldn’t do much other than stare as the dragon so gleefully put on this show directly in front of him.

“We will have pups. Hopefully soon. You smell fertile.” Black Wolf grinned seductively again, and Eden began to think that his haunting dreams were the product of a past life the gods let him relive.