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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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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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Darc, [raw with loss, it's half and a moan, half a shout. He grabs at the bedding, tries to force his body, liquid and dazed, up to see what Darc's doing.

He doesn't make it far; Darc's sinks him right down again. He grabs for his hips, kneading , before dragging both to wrap around Darc's rock.

[Darc roars at him, commanding and hoarse.]

Don't touch. Not until you've gone three times!

[He bounces his cunt on Shiro's cock. He's stunned that it fits so comfortably, it's so easy to take-- so easy he thought surely it would feel strange, or less somehow, to not be desperately filled up, or rubbed with stone, or drugged with stimulants.

But it feels so genuinely nice. Just smooth, hot, hard skin, pumping inside him. He finds himself going numb quickly, brought to stunned and shuddering pleasure almost immediately. He's distantly, desperately glad he can keep going this way.]

Wh—

[Shiro looks at him though a haze, awed all over again at how blissed out Darc looks. It aches a little, that they wanted this, needed this so bad. But flush with victory, Shiro really can't summon much regret. He drops his hands back to Darc's hips—skin on skin, prosthetic on scales—and slams him down in a gush of his fluid.]

Ah--!

[Darc moans, cursing and rattling like a fucked animal. He twitches and clutches around him. He feels Incredible. it's easy to stare at Shiro's face, concentrate on the wet slap of their skin and the relentless pulse inside him, and get there again. He comes so hard he sees stars.

He pants desperately, blurting and slurring his words]

Shiro-- oh, fuck, I swear I'll make you, one more time - - let me clutch you and it'll be twice.

[Shiro has no idea what he's talking about. He nods deliriously, trailing one hand between them just to feel how sopping wet it is.]

Do it!

[holy shit he agreed, now Darc absolutely cannot stop himself. He feels like he's going to explode.

With shaky thighs he pulls himself off Shiro's dick, and promptly just, grabs Shiro's legs and flips him over. He shoves him face down into the plush bed. Panting, he plunges his cock back inside him, pushing until he's completely buried.

So, so relieved he managed to get back inside before he spilled the clutch all over Shiro's back.

There's a series of merciless pulses, wide inside of Shiro's body, as Darc lets go and presses egg after egg inside of him.]

[This all happens very fast. Shiro's vaguely surprised, because he assumed clutching was more, you know, the other genitalia's thing. Then he's just moaning, swaying back against Darc, getting him deeper. He doesn't realize what's happening until the third egg's stretching him open and he comes again as soon as he thinks, wildly, clutch, a clutch of eggs. Hot static buzzes through his whole body and he can't make any noise but stunned gasps, again and again.]

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[yeah it's happening

You got the alien sex slang wrong

Wow this is a lot of eggs]

[haha!! He got the wrong definition of clutch and an alien is now getting him pregnant. Shiro almost blacks out. It's mortifying how good it feels, freezing his whole body into trembling disbelief. Every egg stretches Darc's cock in him, stretches him, in steady ripples of pressure against his prostrate. It's constant. The next orgasm just seems to bypass his cock entirely and reverb through his whole body, tripping him into another or just cresting still. He can't tell. He can feel himself getting heavier, getting filled, contractions clutching (ha ha!!!!!) at the girth inside of him.]

I c—I can't—