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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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[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)

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—

[Darc is completely breathless. Shocky and blissed, growling in Shiro's ear. Feeling the resistance of his cock and the eggs crowding into Shiro until nothing more will fit.

Darc pulls out, achingly slowly. The last of the clutch fills up what he leaves empty. Until Shiro's body can't take anymore, and is trembling with the uncontrollable need to push them out.

Darc's chest presses hot against Shiro's back. He rasps in his ear.]

Let them all out, Shiro.

[Shiro shakes his head. He needs a minute. The bedding under his face is soaked in tears and drool. Like someone who's forgotten how his body was put together, he gropes blindly along his shaking thigh to his stomach, hoovering uncertainly before finally getting the courage to spread his palm against himself. There is a bump, softly swelling him. Shiro makes a cracked noise when he presses against it and everything in him shifts. He can't stop it after that; the first egg pushes past his swollen rim and the rest come flooding relentlessly after. Shiro's vision tunnels. He's pretty sure he comes again, the aftershocks wringing him down achingly tight, keeping them in and then forcing them out so he's just being endlessly pressed open. How long did Darc take to put them in him? It feels like this has been happening for hours, and there are still so many left.]

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[Darc shifts next to him, staying close by. He slides his palm over Shiro's sweat-soaked back, petting and stroking him in breathless awe. He can feel every tremble of Shiro's body, and he's numb and tingling with blissed ecstacy.

He just regrets that it's over, that he couldn't sustain it so, so much longer. But he can't possibly continue after emptying completely, and he's seen enough humans sweat-soaked and keeping in battle to know he's brought Shiro to his limit, too.

He moans, eyes flicking over him. A drenched and trembling mess, covered in slick, Darc's eggs spilled out between his legs. The sight throbs so powerfully through Darc that he feels close to blacking out.

He kisses and pets him, on his arched back and shoulder, his face. He rasps out nonsense, just noises that spill out to praise and soothe and comfort with barely any words, quiet and weak himself.]

[Shiro literally can't talk. Just lean against Darc, anchoring himself with that warm, solid, familiar contact. He needs a baseline to measure what's happening to him now because he can't even process it; it's off the charts. He nuzzles back blearily, nods because he can't say keep talking to me, can only gasp sharply.

The eggs start to come slower but the intensity stays peaked; he just feels each individual egg more, sliding past the rim of his aching, wet hole. Again and again. Shiro's vision fritzes. He slumps to the side, barely managing to coordinate his own fall with his limbs so strained and every nerve in his body fired absolutely raw. Everything tunnels as he passes out.]

[after a very brief moment of alarm, buried under staticky bliss, Darc makes sure Shiro is ok. And once he's sure, he grasps the blanket beneath Shiro's legs in numb habit, twists it shut and tosses the ruined layer away. Most of it, anyway. All he's got the consciousness to manage.

Then he curls up next to him, far enough not to crowd and give them space to cool. And he's asleep in moments.]

[When Shiro wakes up he feels like he got hit by a flying lion. But in a good way? He lounges in the feeling of being pressed close to someone, the smell of sex of sex and the comfort of body heat.

Something shifts in his ass.

He makes a noise.]

[Darc is curled up against him, sound asleep.

At the noise he stirs a little, groaning but clinging to sleep. He whuffs and nuzzles into Shiro's arm.]

[Shiro cranes his neck over to stare at Darc. He doesn't want to wake him up right now because he thinks he might be about to panic a little, and he doesn't want Darc to get the wrong impression.

He would. Kind of like to ask him if he's pregnant, though.

The eggs shift again and Shiro freezes.]

[purrrrr]

[They shift a little more sharply and Shiro jolts, half committed to not waking Darc, half actually panicking even though he knows?!? Nothing bad will happen. So many more eggs came out of him last night. ]

D—Darc.

[His voice is just a gentle hitch.]

[Darc wakes up to delicious exhaustion, and registers Shiro next to him. Right. He brought Shiro to his room, and -- and egged him, on the very first time. A human. He'd said yes?? Why did he say yes. because it was the heat of a very very hot moment

He wakes up very quickly. He sits up on his elbows with a little gasp, taking in consciousness.

Shiro looks so fucked out. Darc likes it so, so much.]

Shiro.

Edited 2017-01-29 02:54 (UTC)

[Shiro cannot get his shit together enough to really communicate what's going on with him right now. He just keeps looking up at Darc, expression stunned and a little lost. He grabs at him weakly as the eggs shift more aggressively and Shiro starts to tremble.]

Um—Ah! Ah!

[They come in quick succession, rubbing past his oversensitive hole. It doesn't have the same intensity of last night but it brings it all back in a heady rush. Shiro can not actually believe his body was capable of feeling that good.

And he guesses it was probably reckless and stupid and weird. But he feels great and be doesn't care. He squeezes Darc's thigh, expression softening.]

I'm. Alright.

I think one of them is stuck.

Edited 2017-01-29 03:20 (UTC)

[oh, he still has some inside him. Darc blushes very, very brightly, and laughs, a little giddy. A little panic dissolves out. He reaches up with his hand to touch Shiro's cheek, rubbing his thumb on a bite he left on his throat.]

Nothing should be stuck, that is, just-- squeeze. However you usually...

[he trails off, gazing at him, still flush but the soft look Shiro gives him takes the edge off. Shiro looks pleased, despite the quip.]

... I would offer to fish it out, but you're - - probably sore for that.