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His candor pulled a rumbling groan out of Aidan, who, while smiling wide, delivered one full jab of his cock. From tip, to hilt, he rewarded Evan's filthy words with a thrust that was slow enough for Evan to feel in detail every vein of his thick cock. The flared head that crowned his shaft buried deep in Evan, poking and prodding at whatever it could reach with every subsequent thrusts.
"And you take daddy's cock so well, Evan." Aidan's voice barely above a whisper, were it not for the gravely tone his lust always imprinted in his voice when he was around pliable bottoms, of whom Evan had become king in Aidan's eyes.
Evan's lips brushed against his, making his desire for a kiss so evident, that Aidan couldn't help but indulge his cruel side and deny him the satisfaction. His lips barely brushed against Evan's, his tongue teased Evan with a playful lick, then pulled away a second too soon before a kiss could happen.
Moving back, Aidan reconfigured the way he held onto Evan. Letting go of the tight embrace, Aidan let him bend over the countertop as he fell forward, only to anchor himself with both hands on Evan's shoulders. His pace grew faster, never not using his entire length on every jab, as loud slaps filled in the room.
Evan bit his lower lip to try and stifle a groan when he felt the other man's dick penetrate him completely and the glans poke his prostate, but he was unsuccessful because the sound escaped through his nostrils. He let out another similar whimper when Aidan refused to seal the kiss, if he had simply pulled away it would have been less cruel, but no, the bastard had made a point of letting their lips brush against each other for a brief instant before pulling away "Screw you!" the dark-skinned man spat after the brief lick.
The older man's arms unwrapped from his body, but instead of falling all at once onto the counter, Evan's chiseled torso descended slowly and gracefully until his chest and abdomen were pressed against the cold granite. His head was turned away from where he was at the stove, giving Aidan a privileged view of his muscular back, as well as the comfortable round brown buns that sheltered that heavy cock. Despite the grip on his shoulders, the smaller male placed his hands on his lower back, a mere suggestion in case his wicked boyfriend decided to have something similar to a rein to hold while he was plowing that ass.
The smacking sounds of the muscular thighs slapping against his plump cheeks echoed through the house, only surpassed by the curses and moans escaping his mouth "Fuck yeah, daddy…" he moaned as he squeezed his fleshy insides around his lover's meat "Breed your bitch…"
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At the height of his age, other dwarves would have already retired from the action. Krall had a life back home, little dwarves to call his own, a real wife to warm his bed. All would have been the perfect time to rest if he hadn't become so restless, to the point that his wife looked out for his old human companions to send the dwarf packing into a new adventure. And then there was the beautiful fairy in front of him, their eyes shining with a chaotic energy, the type that matched Krall's constant hunger for sex. He pushed his barrell chest forward, showing off his hung cock (something quite impressive for a dwarf his height) while the other one lied right to his face. "When it comes to getting me naked, it's either you or Balthus, and that bloody priest is too drunk to do this now." Krall walked towards Holden, one hand holding onto his thigh as soon as he could reach it, opening it and pulling him to the edge of the root he was sitting on. "Besides, I think you did this because you really wanted to have a good feel of my cock. Or maybe just sniff my clothes, you dirty little fae."
Holden's blue eyes widened as the dwarf approached him confidently and imposingly. He moistened his lower lip as he observed the other man from head to toe: stocky, strong body, dark skin, the attitude and appearance that had always captivated the fairy, and finally, that large, fat dick pointed in his direction. "Okay, you won" Holden shook his head with a mischievous grin as he retrieved Krall's clothes hidden behind him, he bit his lower lip as he felt the hand against his thigh and then cast a devious glance at the other man's face "Well, since you're naked, it's only fair that I get naked too?" He snapped his fingers, instantly causing all his clothes to fall off his body and appear in the same pile as Krall's "Come on, don't get mad at me" he pouted as his hand moved down to rub the dwarf's belly.

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He couldn't fight back the snort, a soft chuckle coming from behind his throat as nothing but a sigh of sorts. The Satyr had charisma, he had to give him that— William's previous encounters with his kind had been anything but kind, often resulting in him having to use his skills to fight back. At the mention of the other's nudity, he couldn't help but to eye him up and down, a frown tightening his brows closer as if saying 'it wouldn't be too much different from this', but decided not to touch the subject. Will did, though, remove his cloak, as the mud and moss had made it heavier to carry around his shoulders. His form was quite noticeable even below the heavy fabric of the cloak, but the bulk of it was probably more clear now that he simply carried a vest and a comfortable slightly open-chested linen shirt.
»Cleric«, he signed-spelled, thinking at least a couple of those letters were obvious and easy to remember from his previous spelling. He put his palms together, as in prayer, and shook his head. He wasn't a priest. He had no order nor anointing, and didn't truly serve one of the many gods— instead, he believed in goodness and helping others, and someone— something answered to his good intentions, even if he wasn't able to voice them out. »I travel« he signed, making a sign of legs walking with his fingers. »I help people« this time, he mimicked giving people food, or bandaging them— and then shook his open palm from side to side »More or less« he signs, pointing at the trap he'd just fallen from.
He couldn't help but let the silvery eyes wander over Will from head to toe as he removed his cloak. Even almost fully clothed, the way the clothes clung to his body was quite a sight, especially the cleavage that displayed a generous portion of his chest sprinkled with dark hair, after all, a satyr was defined by his horny head. Dante was snapped out of his trance when the human began to string together more letters to form another word. "I don't know exactly what a cleric is" he replied, scratching the back of his neck. But then he paid attention to the other's gestures to try and understand more."Well, it doesn't seem very different from my understanding of what a priest or a healer is" he scratched the back of his neck, realizing that his answer might cause the other male some displeasure "But if you say they are two completely different categories, then I will accept what you say as truth" he turned his palms towards the other, as if in surrender.
Dante was enjoying it all, despite his inability to speak, the Cleric before him was one of the most expressive people he had ever met. He took a step toward the other male, the sound of his hooves on the damp ground quite distinct from the sound human feet or boots made. "You're interesting, Will" he smiled as he extended his arm to rest his hand on the human's shoulder "Allright, what else do you want from the woods? I can help you get it and then help you get out of the forest safely" He winked.
Fairies of all kinds had followed the King there, to receive the dragon. So when the enormous beast moved around, blowing wind to help with Oberon's boat, several smaller creatures that seemed like little stars blinking over the meadow, were blown away far, their little voices a high pitch of indignation. Those were lower ranks fairies, but fairies nonetheless. And this made Oberon frown at the dragon again before releasing his own multi-colored butterfly wings and stepping out of the boat once it reached the land. He was as tall as a man, so he was almost as tall as the human version of Touga. "That it will, my Lord." He cleared his throat, eyes wandering from head to toe, checking every bit of the dragon's human form. "A far away land? Hm. I have heard of dragons such as you. I even know some that don't have wings like the ones that rule this land. Or ruled. I believe they have been asleep again for a few centuries now." His eyes had stopped lower from Touga's beautiful face. Much lower. Right down to his bulge. When he noticed what he was looking at, Oberon turned his attention away, but there was no hint of guilt or shame. Instead, a little bit of mischief gleaned in his eyes. "If you don't mind telling me about it over a glass of our good honeyed drinks, my court and I will be excited to hear of different lands."
"Thank you in advance for your hospitality, Your Majesty" he said with a forced smile as the fairy approached him, he also gave the king a light pat on the head since even in their human forms, Touga was still noticeably taller. "Yes, you are correct, the dragons where I come from don't have wings, in fact, I've never seen a dragon with wings except in illustrations in books" He nodded and scratched the back of his neck "A dragon with wings is still a strange concept to me". He shrugged as he began to walk alongside the fairy monarch and his entourage, he could already see the sumptuous palace in the distance, so it wouldn't be a long walk, but the muddy ground would be an obstacle. He noticed the redhead's gaze over him from head to toe, but he allowed it to linger until he cleared his throat "Excuse my rudeness agin, my name is Touga" He smirked "And I will be more than happy to answer all your questions once I have a glass of sweet drink between my fingers."
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Evan finally moved backwards, slowly engulfing his thick cock, pulling a deep sigh out of Aidan's chest. His hips wanted to rush forward, but he knew better than to ram against Evan when the man so dutifully fucked himself. He felt the walls of his insides hug his cock, veins pumping and struggling against the strangling squeeze. He watched himself disappear inside Evan, lost in the warm embrace of his hole. His hungry, greedy hole.
Finally, buried to the hilt, he leaned forward to rest his chin on Evan's shoulder again. This time, his thick cock claiming every nook and cranny of Evan's insides. The walls hugged him so perfectly, like Evan had molded himself to match the curvature and length precisely. Aidan rocked his hips gently, softly. Rocking with Evan, and giving just enough stimulation while his boyfriend adjusted.
"You're so full of my cock, babe." Aidan whispered. One arm wrapped across Evan's wide chest, holding him up so his back stayed pressed against Aidan's chest. The other wrapped around his stomach.
He mentally thanked the older man for letting him control the rhythm of the penetration instead of simply shoving his cock into that ass and hammering mercilessly as he had done the night before. The younger man let out a breathy laugh due to the tickling caused by the prickly beard against his shoulder. Evan wanted to please and so he skillfully moved his rear to give pleasure to his boyfriend "Fuck…" he groaned softly when he felt the thrust of that thick cock against his hole.
His legs were already getting weak, and after that he began to realize that after a few more thrusts he wouldn't be able to stay standing, remaining perfectly bent over the counter with his ass sticking up, a perfect position for Aidan to breed him. It was the strong arms around his bare torso that held him upright, although it wasn't a relief, after all he wasn't unaware Aidan's nasty intentions, that was a gesture of dominance that served to show who was really in charge. Evan had been tamed and was now receptive and passive as he turned his neck back trying to reach the other pair of lips to seal a kiss.
"Only daddy can fill me up properly with his fat cock" he groaned as he pressed his inner walls against his lover's dick
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William waited. And waited. And he waited some more. Once realization seemed to sink into the other man's features, the cleric couldn't help but widen his grin in a charming way. He shook his head, straightening himself with the satyr's help to pat down his clothes, making hard lumps of mud splatter down on the ground. A deep sigh abandoned his lips just as he thought of how much washing he now had to do to remove the grass stains— perhaps he'd just dye the fabric green.
At the Satyr's words, the man took the other's hand to sign the first couple letters of his name against the open palm. "W I L L", he spelled out, the signs of each letter practically obvious as they were basic shapes made with his fingers. Then, he pointed at himself, as if introducing himself, then pointed at Dante's chest before signing the letters against his palm. "D A N T E", the curling of his fingers on the A and E wasn't as obvious as the rest of the letters, but he made sure to go slowly so it was easier to understand. Just now he wished he had brought something to write— perhaps he could use the stone knife to scribble things on the ground, but he didn't think it was necessary. »You« he began to sign, slowly again, »sleep« palms together, mimicking a pillow »here?« Will signed to the ground, brows up quizzically, as if asking the other if this place was his home.
"Ah, so we're already holding hands, is that it?" "said the satyr, maintaining a relaxed and playful air, until he realized that the human wanted to spell something on his hand, so he began to pay attention to the letters written on it. "Well, luckily for you, I know how to read" Then he tried to put the memorized letters together to form a word, and when the other male pointed to himself, he finally said his conclusion 'So is your name Will?'" He arched an eyebrow, waiting for the answer "It's a beautiful name, it suits you a lot" He winked.
"Yes, you understood correctly" Dante nodded as soon as the other man finished spelling, but he didn't have much time to rest his train of thought because he soon saw that Will had started gesturing. They were obvious and simple signs that the satyr easily deciphered. "Do I sleep here? Well, not in this exact spot, but I have a hut here in the forest" he replied, then shrugged "Most of the time I'm naked" he let slip, but then looked at the simple loincloth he wore around his waist "Not that I'm wearing much right now" he chuckled "Unlike you" he said, touching the sleeve of the human's clothing. "Judging by the clothes and what I saw you gathering…" the male scratched his chin thoughtfully "I think you're some sort of healer or priest, am I right?"