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[Shiro doesn't remember falling, but it feels a little like he's been dropped off a high building and frankly, given the likelihood that he was teleported here, for whatever reason... he doubts, with his luck, that it was a gentle landing. He deeply considers lying prone for a few more minutes, but the sound of excited voices filter through to his awareness past the pain, talking about a 'beam of light'. Before he can think about how much he hurts, he's rolling into a tense, ready crouch, just in time for several large shapes to break through the foliage. Shiro can only gape at the variety of the figures that fan out to surround him, scales and vines and wings. He hasn't seen such a menagerie gathered in one place since, well... the coliseum.

It's not a comforting comparison.

Weary dread sluices through Shiro's body as they circle him, jeering. He seems weak! and King Darc will know just what to do with this one. and He'll be quite a prize, with this last line, an echo from the past again, ratcheting his pulse up until it feels like his chest will break. Though Shiro knows from their tone it won't do any good, he warns them to back off just once before lunging at the nearest one, hoping surprise will give him enough edge to run.]

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[what was funny about that do u have any idea how often I fuck a dog

Darc is taken aback by the gesture. His lips part, surprised. Attempting to nuzzle the pleasant gesture back, but realizing he misunderstood something.]

[Shiro smiles against Darc's mouth, feeling giddy and ridiculous showing an alien king how human's kiss. It's a lot of pressure! He's probably rusty. His tongue pushes in slowly, hand going to grip Darc's shoulder.]

Edited 2017-01-26 06:14 (UTC)

[oh - -

Oh. Darc is clumsy. He's only used to long, probing, lashing tongues, mouths full of too many sharp fangs, mouths that don't fit together so kisses and tongues are best everywhere else. But he's yearning so deeply, paying such starved attention to what to do. He chases after what feels good, the plush push of lips and velvety heat of Shiro's tongue in his mouth. He groans, his purring notching up, gripping Shiro's nape a little harder now.

Oh.]

Hhh—

[Shiro leans into him, not doing anything to make the kiss less clumsy; he's drunk on how good and easy it is, how much Darc seems to like it. His hand trails down to his chest again, feeling that purr thrum all the way your him. If they weren't kissing, he'd bury himself all the way against it.]

[Darc feels dizzy. Irrational lust courses powerful and demanding through his whole body, leaving him wet and hard and pulsing already. It just feels so good to kiss like this, warm and velvety and soft. Shiro's hand feels so nice.

After a cursed lifetime of distancing himself from his human side, his body and heart have the audacity to be this excited.

He curls his fingers tightly against the back of Shiro's head. His hair is too short to even grip properly! Darc laughs??, and pants against Shiro's lips. He pushes Shiro down so he's flat on his back and Darc can climb on top of him.]

[Shiro tries to arch, too good, too much, but Darc's weight is enough to keep him down. Weak and drugged alas he is. His back settles and he shudders, writhes, just gives in and stretches out fully over the incredibly soft bed. His voice is thick, dosed with arousal and sybaritic pleasure.]

Darc.

[Darc pins Shiro's wrists, staring down at him. He licks his lips. They're still tingling. The rumble in his chest - really not quite purring but not growling either, a deep lizard rattling somewhere between - sounds pleased and demanding.]

So that's how humans kiss.

[Darc grinds down on him. His cock is fully taut and swollen now, heavy and shining with slick. The plush, unfolded swollen lips of his dragon-skin pussy spreads out soft and hot around the length of Shiro's cock, smearing Shiro in a lot of liquid. It feels stimulating on Shiro's bare skin, warm and cool at once.]

That's—Yeah. More or less.

[He drags one foot flat to get the leverage to move up against him, otherwise content to lay back. In the King's bed. Shiro grins up at him. he flexes his wrists a little, just to test; Darc looks pretty strong.]

[he is in fact an RPG protagonist. He's rippling with power. Shiro doesn't even budge but Darc feels the little flex, and grins, his breath heavy and humid as they grind. My human now]

I like it.

[He bows down to drag the flat of his tongue along Shiro's jaw. His teeth are mostly flat, but they're a bit more fangy than a human, and after lapping at Shiro's throat he bites him, hard enough to mark. Once, twice, then on his ear, pulling on the lobe before he pants against him.]

That's how Deimos kiss.

[Darc's tongue feels molten hot and Shiro's throat thrums under him, moaning as he's bitten crying out as his ear is teased, heedlessly loud. His huge, scarred body is wrecked and shuddering under Darc, eyes black, lips parted to pant for air.]

P. Pretty sure they both have their merits.

[Darc groans. His cunt squeezes the length of Shiro's dick a little as he decides he doesn't want to wait any longer to get inside him. He wants to hear more of those screams.

He lets go of Shiro's wrists and kneels up between Shiro's legs. He grips Shiro's thighs and yanks him up effortlessly, holding his own dick and rubbing the wet, slick cockhead down over Shiro's balls, rubbing it against his ass. The liquid he's smeared on Shiro is definitely a stimulant, and he drags his tip up and down Shiro's crack, staring at the man splayed out under him.]

[?!?!?!?!!!

Shiro goes totally owl-eyed. This is happening really fast. His brain lags behind and when it catches up and realizes what is going on, his breath hitches, hard. He levers himself up on his elbows to watch, rocking his hips]

Wait, Darc. I'm not sure that I can take it that fast. [He's really not sure. He's so turned on; his body feels so easy, so open.] I might need, ah—here.

[He's far too addled to explain and he's all caught up in the obscene smut novel plot that is happening to him. He's on drugs fucking an alien King and absolutely nothing is beyond him right now. His legs spread as he drags his fingers through the liquid soaking his stomach and once they're dripping with the stuff he reaches behind himself to fuck his own hole.]

[Darc's eyes glint, a haze of lust interrupted with another surprised flush. He holds Shiro's thigh up, rubbing his thumb indulgently against the soft, bare skin. Then his whole palm. Massaging slowly.]

I see...

[so, again, a bit like him. Darc almost explains that his dick gives off the same slick he's already rubbed on him but, yknow, that can wait, he wants to watch this. Maybe a full human is even tighter than Darc is.]

Look at you. How am I supposed to wait when I could have you squirming under me.

I'm. Still squirming under you. Just, less under.

[Shiro rolls his hips. Riding his fingers, pushing his thigh into Darc's grip, all fluid power. Which means the trembling in his limbs is all pleasure: he started with two fingers, quickly folded in a third, gasping in amazement at how easy his body takes them. He drops his prosthetic down, uses it to hook his other thigh further back so he can get a better angle. Red flares from his ears down to his chest, just absolutely stunned about how fucking hard and fast he's getting what he needs. For once.]

[Darc rumbles as he watches him, nostrils flaring and his whole body tensing at the sight. He feels powerful. Feels unequivocally wanted, like he's finally experiencing the thrill of holding somebody in thrall. Like he's suddenly, finally found a way to feel the Deimos' love for conquest. Like an unquenchable instinct written in his very blood. And nothing could be better than sating that love.]

Shiro.

—Darc. I'm good. I'm good, come on. Slow, sorry.Got to. Make sure.

[High Shirp is really god damn impressed he had the strength of character to say that because approximately 90% thinks Darc getting inside him as fast as possible is the best possible idea.]

[Darc growls an animal rumble and mounts him, pinning Shiro's thighs up and pushing his cockhead into his hole, spreading it open. Pulsing inside him, bit by bit. Shoving and squirming it in, feeling the resistance of Shiro's body, trying to listen to him and afraid to break him but so, so hungry to fuck inside him. The ribs and nubs of the shape of his cock and the metal pushed through it rub inside of Shiro, stretching him wide open and filling him up.]

Edited 2017-01-27 04:37 (UTC)

[Shiro comes just from being stretched out by that dick. Every aftershock of his orgasm wrings another spurt of come from him, till it's dripping down the lines of his stomach and ribs. Completely inarticulate, gasping, he grabs Darc's shoulder as a halting gesture but most he just ends up holding the fuck on.]

[Darc has some convenient handles with nice grip to hang onto. He thrills, wide-eyed, at how good it feels to have Shiro trembling around him. He wonders for a moment if he did something wrong or hurt him badly by the sudden way he thrashes, but he recognizes it enough, it's familiar enough.

He moans, breathless, starting to fuck him. the girth of his dick pulses and rubs deep inside of his tightly stretched hole, and his deep voice rumbles in Shiro's ear.]

How many is the absolute best, for a human? I swear I'll surpass it for you.

Edited 2017-01-27 05:04 (UTC)

One is usually fine! —For, ah, a human male.

[Shiro laughs incredulously. Rakes a hand back through his hair, inadvertently smearing more of Darc's fluid. It smells incredibly heady. Probably he should not actually answer Darc, he seems like he might actually go for it. No, Shiro's sure he will. He's being asked how many orgasms he wants and it thrills Shiro with a voracious greediness. He can have as many orgasms as he fucking wants. It feels like he could again already.]

D. Definitely no more than three.

Three.

[He splays his massive, soft-scaled claw on Shiro's chest.]

I'm going to fuck you better than any human will ever fuck you.

[He can't pump fast and hard, Shiro is too tight still. He can only push in deep, slow pulses.]

I'm going to give you something worthy of your power.

[Shiro's flesh hand folds over Darc's scaled one. He needs something to hold on to. His body keeps taking Darc's dick and wanting more and getting it and he doesn't know how this feeling of utter satisfaction just seems to be endlessly peaked. A thread of tension runs through him, waiting for the crash.

Which doesn't come.

Shiro doesn't even know what Darc means but he can feel the emotion boiling in it and he can't believe that Darc wants something so good for him this much. Shiro looks awestruck, almost wild-eyed.]

Thank you. Thank you. Please.

[Begging. Grateful. Like Shiro needs Darc. It hits Darc in the chest and spreads to the tips of his fingers and toes.

He kisses Shiro again, some frantic and some savoring, as he fucks him. Clumsy, human kisses, deimos kisses, licking and biting his cheeks and throat and chest.]

Edited 2017-01-27 21:04 (UTC)

[There's nothing Shiro can do to control the pace of their fucking, with no leverage. Nothing he would do; Darc is so relentless, so powerful, he renders all of Shiro's strength useless. He didn't know being this overwhelmed could feel this good; he thinks he should probably be terrified.

Instead he's just needy for more. His hands drag all over him, grabbing and stroking, flesh and scales with equal desperation. Only lets him go when his second orgasms makes him grab the furs below him as an anchor for when his body surges hard enough to short his brain. He tries to kiss Darc back but he's sloppy and uncoordinated, can't go a heartbeat without shouting or moaning.]

[Darc folds over Shiro as far as he can, thrusting faster and harder, until he's pumping mercilessly inside him. When Shiro comes a second time he can feel himself swell, and all he can think is that he can't stop now. Only two is unacceptable. It has to be three or more.

And on top of that, he's not sure if he'll be able to slow down for much longer. The hunger Shiro's awakened in him almost scares him - he doesn't want to hurt Shiro.

He pulls out of him, gasping. Taking a moment to recover enough to move. And then he scoots his hips up, straddles and spreads his thighs, gropes for Shiro's cock and drags it to his dripping cunt. He rubs the tip through the slick mess before he plunges him inside him, and growls.]

Edited 2017-01-28 04:27 (UTC)