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(Weiss Schnee wrote all of this, and literally none of it is accurate. Β―\_(γ)_/Β― I'm too lazy to change it, though. It's good for a laugh, I guess! I'm just a regular guy, thanks.)
Yo! My name's Kazuya Minegishi. I'm just your average boy... or so I thought! As it turns out, my world has a demon infestation problem, and guess who got roped into taking care of it? That's right. It's your boy.
Don't get me wrong-- I'm no hero. I'd rather be listening to cool music on my MP3 player than summoning demons. But hey, when the fate of the world and my friends is on the line, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do.
Pretty cool, right? I'm so cool. I've since ascended to the throne and become the King of Demons. All the demons in the world now bow to me. I may look like a lanky boy, but I've got so much power and hunger for human souls.
To rise up the ranks, of course! I currently live in the worst room possible, and it is my goal to take me and my friends to the top.
Yo, they call me the King of Rap, the polymath prodigy,
Got skills so diverse, I'm a one-man symphony.
Chess boards tremble at my touch, kings bow to my gambits,
Checkmate in five, your intellect scattered in fragments.
But strategy ain't the only language I speak,
Fifty tongues on lock, conversation unique.
Mandarin to Maori, Farsi to French, I flow,
Every syllable a weapon, watch the knowledge overthrow.
Books devour me whole, knowledge my fuel,
IQ off the charts, Einstein eat your drool.
Philosophy dissected, science on my tongue,
History dances with future, a symphony unsung.
But don't mistake me for a brainiac in a gown,
My skills ain't confined to academia's crown.
Kitchen's my canvas, flames my brush, I paint,
Flavors explode, palates sing, no culinary complaint.
And when the chaos reigns, I'm the hurricane's eye,
Dust bunnies tremble, grime surrenders with a sigh.
This ain't just brag, it's a testament to life,
Each talent a facet, cutting through the strife.
Mind sharp as a rapier, words sharper than knives,
My bite ain't for aggression, it's wisdom that thrives.
So come one, come all, test the multi-faceted skill,
Board games or Babel, I'll conquer with will.
Renaissance Rap ain't a title, it's a soul unbound,
Where knowledge and passion in a masterpiece are found.
Forget books, music, and food. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE BEST MOVIE EVER!!!!!!
Buckle up, because you're about to witness the wildest flight of your life - a honey-soaked, pollen-powered fever dream where bees sue humans for stealing their syrup! Imagine this: a world buzzing with disgruntled pollinators, led by a rogue honeybee with a taste for jazz and a bone to pick with Big Sugar. Picture him, wings slicked back with rebellious swagger, delivering courtroom diatribes against greedy humans harvesting their golden nectar.
Get ready for courtroom antics that would make a hornet laugh, with witness stands overflowing with jittery bumblebees and nervous ants. See bees in disguise infiltrate honey factories, unleashing chaos with pollen bombs and sticky sabotage. Witness epic courtroom showdowns, where the fate of a jar of honey hangs in the balance, and one sassy bee's rap skills hold the key to unlocking freedom for his buzzing brethren. So grab your pollen basket and prepare for a cinematic trip so bonkers, it'll leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about honey... and jazz.
She is the winter's whisper, a breath of cool defiance in a world ablaze. Her beauty is sculpted ice, sharp angles softened by the ghost of a smile. Her eyes, the color of a glacier's heart, hold depths both chilling and captivating, promising untold stories etched in frost.
Her strength isn't the blaring anthem of a warrior, but the quiet hum of resilience, a willow that bends but never breaks. Her mind, a labyrinth of icy intellect, houses a cunning that outmaneuvers the mightiest storms. Yet, beneath the glacial facade lies a hidden well of empathy, a warmth that thaws frozen hearts with the gentle grace of a spring thaw.
She is a paradox, a symphony of contradictions played on the strings of fate. A creature of both elegance and grit, where icy brilliance dances with the raw power of a blizzard. She is the woman who walks through fire, not unscathed, but ever more resplendent for the kiss of the flames.
She is, quite simply, unforgettable. And though the world may try to confine her, to label her as fragile or cold, she will forever be the untamed spirit, the whisper of winter that carves its own path through the storm.
Though, I suppose anyone with similar traits will do. I'm very easy!
Wine. I'm very classy.
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
No one would want to choose either of these choices
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Hot showers with others ;)
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Ninjas
.05 TITS OR ASS
Breasts in my hands and my penis in someone's ass
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
None
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Spicy
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Winter
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Leather. I'm a very, very bad demon!!!
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
The one where there's biting ;)
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Camping TDM - Bloodmoon (Here there be Monsterfucking)
[The giant, full red moon is both disturbing and familiar. The way it tints the world a dismal pink is different from the Dark Hour, but the sheer sense of wrong definitely fits. It's like an itching from all around, under his skin, down his throat, burning from the inside in a similar way that he'd felt when his suit had flared as punishment for not playing along with the Peacock's games. It's maddening in a way that he can't actually be surprised as the physical transformation overtaking him, like something inside finally allowed to burst free and out, all fur and teeth and claws and hooves and horns.
The creature he becomes rests on four feet, legs long and evocative of a horse with the stance, though the legs are far more muscled than spindly ungulate limbs of one. His front feet spread out into thick, finger-like paws, but each with a harsh, thick claw that looks similar to the hooves on his back feet. A deep chest, thick neck, and ridiculous golden horn protruding forward, like some sort of were-unicorn-horse with a healthy dose of teeth thrown in for good measure.
More pressing than wondering what has happened to his body is the sheer lust and need for sex, for contact, for release, for taking and possessing someone. Just as before, it's strange: he's still aware, he's still him, but there's no way to fight or resist the need, or how much he wants it, drunk on the moonlight as he is.
Kazuya's scent is something not quite human and not quite other-- something like how he is, now? Possibly also wanting and needing under the influence of the glow of the moon, and the thick fur keeps Shinjiro warm as he walks on hands and hooves through the dusting of snow falling, following the allure of the demon king's scent. Thick saliva drips from his panting mouth, and his long, equine-esque cock hangs heavily, swaying with each step and leaving it's own dripped trail of pre.
It's not hard to find him out in the woods, unique as the scent is. He lifts one of the somewhat hand-like pawhoofs upon approaching Kazuya close enough, pawing at his shoulder. He's not a strange beast right now, but Shinjiro can't find himself caring. Instead he nudges his long muzzle-like face against the side of his neck, his head and hair. He should probably say something, identify himself better than just the sound of his breaths and the pleased noise at proximity and warmth. ]
You're still the same? [It's kind of a dumb question, but at least kazuya might actually recognize his voice, even if it's followed by an entirely too-long and too-prehensile tongue at his neck, curling down the side of his jaw and up to the edge of his mandible on the other side.]
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His fight or fight reflex kicks in for a split second, the moment that the horny beast nudges against him, he's fractions of a second away from lighting it on fire to prove a point to keep its filthy paws to itself.
Thankfully it identifies itself with a gruff but recognizable voice.
Very thankfully, because Kazuya gives a whole body shudder at the tongue licking him, and if he hadn't recognized the voice, he very much would have lit Shinjiro on fire. As it is, he gives a grossed out noise and a weak push against the muzzle of his.]
Yeah, still the same. Unlike you. You're lucky you said something, because I was about to immolate your ass.
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Kazuya's grossed-out noise and shove is... kind of funny, actually, especially with the (true) threat of setting him on fire. He takes back his tongue with a huffed, amused noise, but still stays up in Kazuya's personal space. The guy is familiar, comfortable, and warm, on top of smelling attractive and different, not quite man and not quite beast.]
That's kind of an extreme reaction... Unless everyone else is pushier than me, I guess. [Well. He is being pushy. But not outright demanding? Just completely ignoring the personal boundaries that he would usually respect, what with the continued nuzzles to Kazuya's head and neck, clawhandthing pawing again at his back, as though in an attempt at stroking it.]
You should stay, though. [It's not like they haven't exchanged handjobs or whatever a few times before. And he's crashed at Kazuya's suite enough, when his own felt too claustrophobic or his legs were cramping from trying to find a comfortable position on his too-short bed. Besides-- he has that teleporting thing. He could leave. So it is that Shinjiro justifies hooking a claw at the back of his shirt, tugging at it with the soft noise of fabric threatening to split-- and, as he's learned Kazuya likes, opens his maw wide and rests his teeth over the join of his neck and shoulder, gently pressing in on the front and back as a sort of deranged promise.]
its called pulling an all nighter bc ur body is horrid
[ His voice cracks a notch higher at the end when sharp teeth make themselves known at his neck. When he hears the fabric of his shirt strain under the tension of the claws.
A fist comes down and bops Shinjiro hard right in the snout. There will be no tearing his clothes off, thank you! ]
Hey! No ripping my clothes off! Do you know how hard decent clothes are to find in this stupid place? I'm not running arounf shirtless because you can't control yourself!
[ Shinjiro gets a very, very tenuous pass on getting to fuck him in the first place like this, and it's only because he's apparently good friends with Kotone and Minato. If it was anyone else, he probably would be gone in a flash. ]
RIP..... the curse of having flesh
While he gives a disgruntled noise, he does rest back on his haunches. Which does nothing to dispute or deny the 'raging hard on' comment, what with it being less hidden under him. But at least he's finally given Kazuya some space, thick tail flickering in impatience.]
Then take them off yourself.
[While his handclawhoofthings have some maneuverability to them, there is definitely not the same dexterity that a human hand would have. It's undress yourself or get them ruined, bud, that's the choices.]
Re: RIP..... the curse of having flesh
[ He waves his hand dismissive, but does not start to undress himself at all. ]
Speaking of, I'm not getting fucked in the woods. That's not happening. I have a perfectly good bed, and I plan on using it.
[ So it's Kazuya's turn to get all up in Shinjiro's personal space, both hands grabbing him by the thickest part of his fur and yanking him a little. Just as a show of strength, before the scene they're in changes rapidly from forest to comfy, cozy, lavish Kingly tent.
Big enough to fight someones hulking monster frame comfortably.
It's only then he lets go, making a show of dusting off his hands. ]
So say please, and I'll strip.
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....Though he is still horny as fuck and does still have that thirsting want to fuck Kazuya. So the self awareness glimmers, but doesn't sink too much of a foothold in, especially as Kazuya comes closer and grabs him and pulls him down to his same height, fingers strong as they twist in the thick fur and manage to forcibly move his mass.
And... Magically move it too, apparently. The frigid breeze is gone there's some dim lighting, blankets, pillows and this has got to be a King rank tent.
He slacks back with a quieter growl as Kazuya releases him, but still keeps a slightly more hunched posture than before-- acknowledging the strength, but not quite being happy about it. Which of them did he say was some kind of animal?
(It's clearly shinjiro.)]
Right, right, your majesty. [he knows kazuya is king rank, but not the whole king of hell thing. Hilarious. But it's a simple request, and he can't blame Kazuya for wanting to have control and power in a situation with a massive hell easy possibly rearranging his insides. So his only protest is the catty title, and he doesn't hesitate sith stretching out on the floor of the tent. Both front limbs are straight out, his chest down, hind legs mostly still standing, almost like an obscene play bow. Or an overly exaggerated regular bow.]
Please let me fuck you.
[Or-- please fuck him, maybe? No, that doesn't sounds as appealing to his rut-addled mind, so he doesn't add it.]
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Kazuya huffs, and sets about removing his shirt, balling it up and tossing it off to the side where it won't be in the way, and then sets on his pants, until he's left in his boxers. ]
Much better. I guess I'll allow you to do just that, since you're so needy.
[ And.. Because he's a little warm himself.
Weird. But he can simply pass that off as having been under the moonlight too. ]
You capable of any foreplay like that? Or did you just wanna skip it? Doesn't matter to me. I can handle it.
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But then there's questions and he has to engage the half of his brain that's working-- he looks down at his handfeet, considering.]
Hands are out... [Too sharp, not quite nimble enough. Oh, but his tongue is weirdly long and mobile like this?]
Only if you wanna get eaten out, I think.
[yes trust the horny fucked up horsebeast with pretty long teeth blind access to your ass, surely that can't go wrong.]
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[ Seems like Kazuya really doesn't trust the teeth of a monster in general, so why did he ask in the first place?
Habit, mainly. Some weird bit of politeness.
He hooks his thumbs into his boxers, and gives an annoyed sounding exhale. It's not entirely at Shinjiro, at least, more just the situation and how weird it is he's becoming... Alright with this sort of thing.
It helps that the current monster is formerly human, and mainly human at that. That helps immensely.
He tugs down his boxers, and kicks them aside. He's definitely less than half hard, but not completely unaroused either. ]
Alright. Let's get this done... What would be easiest...?
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He snorts a bit at the lack of enthusiasm. It makes him want to try to do something to at least get the guy half into it. Especially if he can't use his hands to work the guys ass open for him or anything.]
'Lets get this done...' [He repeats with his eyes half rolling.] Don't act too excited.
[But that's enough permission to approach, and he does flicker that thick tongue out to brush at Kazuya's mostly-soft dick, almost as if a soft reassurance.
The positioning questions is a good one, though. Kazuya on the bed... His weird monster head tilts, as though trying to figure out the mechanics with the difference in size and anatomy. Kzzuya could stay there, at the edge, and Shinjiro could continue being crouched on the floor... the angles would be alright, maybe?
He had continued the weirdly prehensile tongue curling around Kazuya's dick while he'd been thinking, but pulls it back.]
You can be on the bed. Face up or face down, however you like. Figure I make it work from there.
["Make it work" he says as if they aren't talking about getting a weird monster dick into a (probably) not-warmed-up and unstretched hole. But it's fiction, it's fine, don't even worry about it.]
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"Make it work," sure.
[... by the time Shinjiro pulls away, his dick has, in fact hardened much more appreciatively, a low warmth setting in the pit of his stomach. Weird. Enough for him to think so, but not enough to actually question it as he gives a last look at the other...
And decides he would rather not see the beast that's fucking him. Or risk getting "kissed" and having that tongue stuffed down his throat in the midst of things.
So he'll settle on the bed, grabbing a pillow to lay on to give him a little more leverage in consideration for the other teens size and what might be more comfortable for him. It doesn't take too long, but by the time his ass is propped up, he feels much warmer than before, well past half hard in such a short span with nothing really of note happening. ]
Just go slow, alright? I can take lot, but a little care goes a long way when you're a huge beast.
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But it probably is better this way, physically and mentally. This situation is surreal as hell, it would be even weirder to give the illusion of any kind of true intimacy to it or stare it in the face (literally). And Kazuya propped up, hips up, is probably going to be the most comfortable for both of them. He moves each forelimb up, resting on the edge of the plush mattress and mentally noting about how much better the royal cards camping shit is than his own shitty sunken mattress back in the basement. He's definitely gotta look into bumping up at least a few ranks.
He places one hand on Kazuya's back lightly-- less holding him down and more steadying as he adjusts. It's so weird to try this without... Being able to reach down and feel, or look and see? Sorry, Kazuya, the side of your ass will probably get lightly smacked with a wet, swollen monster cock as he figures out where they are in relation to each other. Very sexy, very attractive.
Maybe it's easier not seeing him, just feeling and hearing his voice? He'll hope so, and even offer a quieter:]
Don't worry, I remember you're a person, not a fucktoy.
[--Okay, now he's got it. The sheer stiffness of his aching cock helps as he shifts slightly, just applying a bit of pressure to begin with. Despite how much as he wants to just grab Kazuya by the shoulders and sink into him deep, the need shivering along his skin and causing some of that fur to stand up. The heat from him is likely immense, and the thick coating of precum is almost a lube of its own as he presses a bit more firmly the second time.]
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At least he has the blankets to muffle his hissed gasp. He's huge. Bigger than he thought at just the look of him, and now he's realizing where he'd agree to let him sink into with all of that length and girth.
Perhaps, in some cosmic way, this is payback for what he'd done to Minato on the cruise.
Kazuya presses his face against the sheets harder, absolutely muffling any noise. At least his pre is slick enough to hopefully work as lube? Fuck, he really, really didn't think this entirely through. ]
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It's ridiculous. Like a tight inferno, gripping and pressing around his cock, an intense difference in temperature at the flattish head pressing into Kazuya and the length still exposed to the air.]
You're doing good... [It's a thoughtless mumble behind his ear, even as Shinjiro closes his eyes to work on not losing control of that careful, controlled pace. Kazuya had asked for slow, and he's gonna do his best, despite the screaming of instincts to just mount and thrust away, caring only about finding a release in a warm body--
He breathes out slowly, breath likely humid against the back of Kazuya's head and neck. The handclaw on his lower back rolls up it in a ridiculous attempt at a soothing motion, before sliding back down and curling around the angle of his hip.]]
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At least he's keeping to his word of not treating him like a fuck toy.]
You're not so big.
[No, he is. He's fucking massive, and every inch of his cock presses against all too sensitive places and drag against them. It's a weird turn on, even if the rest of his size is uncomfortable. A lesson for next time, he guesses. A little prep goes a long way, and maybe the potential of a chewed on ass cheek doesn't out weigh a little more lubrication.
It's not like he couldn't have done it himself, now that he thinks about it.
Too late to turn back now though, isn't it? He's not going to be the guy who says "Hey, pull out. I think I want a little prep, actually." after saying it was fine.]
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Kazuya says he's 'not so big' but it sure feels like he's pressing all of Kazuya's organs aside: like if he had hands or a better body to look, he'd see or feel a bulge rolling up towards his navel. It's-- kind of a disgusting thought, but it still makes his cock throb, a hard pulse that he's sure Kazuya can feel the way he's completely around him, what with that insanely tight pressure.]
Glad you're a size queen, then, [He manages out in between his huffs of breath, finally sinking in until that furred sheath is brushing up against the skin of Kazuya's ass. He can't help but shudder again, curling a clawed fist into the sheets below them, probably tearing it as he does.
It's obscene, it's hot, it's satisfying, it horrifying- he feels like he's up to Kazuya's throat, as if he can feel every small movement or breath from the other man, barely more than the cocksleeve he'd assured Kazuya he wasn't. He does refrain from moving, though, letting his hips still despite the way his whole body shivers with energy in need of release.
He's. Not gonna feel normal about this whenever he's back to human and back in his full right mind. But that's a problem for later. Right now he's completely lost in the sensations.]
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King. Size king.
[It's a stupid thing to get hung up on, but he has a title, dammit. And if he's going to be underneath a furred beast taking a dick that feels as long as and as thick as an arm, he's going to get whatever edge he can, even if it's only verbally. He presses his face into the blanket underneath him a little harder, breathing shallowly at the obscenity of it all.
If asked two years and some months ago where he saw himself in the future, not in his wildest dreams would he say anything remotely like this.
Then again, it's not like being a demon overlord would be on the list either, so maybe that's where everything in his life took such a sharp turn into weird.
One hand reaches out, gripping around what should constitute the wrist portion of Shinjiro's weird hand-claw-paw forelimb. He squeezes tight, and demonic strength makes itself known for probably the first time as he pants. It's probably uncomfortable, bordering on painful.]
Probably should have at least put some lube on your dick. I'll have to keep that in mind next time, unless you think that weird dick of yours can make up for the lack of it?
[... As someone who can also have a weird dick!!! He also produces a lot of pre that works as lubricant, alright? He gets the whole having a monster dick thing.]
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You're the one with hands. The hell you want me to do about it now? [Speaking of: he's only saying this now?? When he's already got a weird monster dick sheath deep in him? That really wasn't one of his earliest bitches as soon as they started??
A pause, and he'll add on at the end:] --King.
[Yeah, like the late addition of the title will really make up for his sassiness there. And while he had felt like his dick had been dripping and sticky and wet, he has no idea if that's anywhere near enough.]
So what you wanna... start over?
[God his balls are aching just at the thought of having to pull back and not touch Kazuya any more while the guy works on himself, it sounds like torture. But not doing anything would also kind of be torture. Everything about this sucks. Well, the starting to fuck Kazuya part had felt pretty great on his end, with that slow slide and tight pressure gripping him like a cockring, but now that he's still, the blindingness of it has dimmed a bit.]
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...
Even when not moving, the other still feels so huge. But the acceptance and admittance of his title soothes him, and he goes pliant against the mattress, even when he's asked a stupid (in his opinion) question.]
Do you think you could even handle pulling out long enough to coat your dick? Because if not, you should be moving already.
[He's been still too long. That throb from earlier makes him antsy, and if the other had been slick enough to push into him without any overly painful motions, then he's probably got a slick enough dick to continue, right? And besides, being a glorified cockwarmer really isn't his thing, and he can't do anything but bitch when the other isn't moving and providing him any sort of stimulation elsewhere.]
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So he huffs instead of giving a verbal response. Fuck it. Kazuya's allowing it, so he'll take it, instead of trying to hold on and worry about him. Each rock of his hips is powerful, though his pace starts slower, if only due to the immense pressure around him. A drag out and a rut back in.
Not worrying about Kazuya makes it easier to give into those urges that he'd been trying to keep his mind through. The need to fuck, to sink deep down into someone. Another draw back and push forward, and it's quicker this time, testing the pace and Kazuya's limits. The skin isn't being ripped off his dick, so he'll continue, drawing his hips back so his dick is half-out, pushing back in forcefully, their breaths and his growls and rumbles not nearly enough to overtake the noise of soft flesh rubbing together and separating and sticking all over again. Both his hands move to the bed on either side of Kazuya now-- it's awkward, mounting something smaller and bipedal, but every noise and breath and movement helps blot out his thoughts and drive him forward, instinctively rutting into the man.
And while his dick had already been hard and swollen, it still throbs inside Kazuya, the head swelling and expanding in a flare that probably isn't too different in size-- but it's still another addition of pressure with the equinesque cock inside him getting closer to completely erect. Shinjiro groans again at the sensation, but it doesn't sound quite as human-- and when he ducks his head to nose at Kazuya's head again, it's definitely that weird muzzle, with the long tongue curling around his ear.]
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Another draw back, and the empty feeling returns, only to be soothed again. And again. And again. Apparently the key is to keep moving. To spread the pre leaking from the others cock inside him by way of movement. It makes every following motion easier and easier, and with it, he does relax even more, even as he huffs breaths against the sheets as his dick starts to fully harden from internal stimulation.
A hand jerking him off would be nice, right now. But he's too busy gripping the sheets to keep from being overly jostled.
Another noise exits his throat, this one more of disgust as the tongue curls around his ear, but it's also one quickly cut off by a more choked noise accompanied by a more firm rut against his ass that has that furry sheath pressed right against it, and the flaring cock head stretching him just that little bit more.
... Okay, maybe he is a little bit of a size king. So sue him. You learn something new every day. How was he supposed to know just how good of a stretch this would be after only a few short thrusts? ]
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Every noise Kazuya makes (even the one in disgust, which gets a short, raspy laugh that quickly degrades into more panting) spurs him on, long ears upright and forward and attentive to each gasp and grunt and sharper cry from either pleasure or pain or both, and the more he moves the less he cares which it is. His funky monstercock continues throbbing with his pulse, pressing up against his insides each time, dragging and scraping along them in the push and pull.
Even without being able to really look under himself and see, he can almost smell Kazuya's growing arousal and interest, which only spurns him further. If that's what he likes-- being spread, being filled, having the heavy sensation of a cock all the way up to his belly, then all the better.
He breathes out a curse, and something incomprehensible that might have had Kazuya's name in it, the grip on his shoulder growing tighter, the claws pressing against the skin, but not quite puncturing his flesh. It still gives him a rigid grip on him as he thrusts powerfully and fully like some kind of mindless animal in rut.]
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But the pawhand pressing him down, gripping into his shoulder to keep him in place, so he's not jostled as much as he's rutted into faster and harder with every passing moment? That makes him squirm. And not in an attempt to get away. Every pull out, every quick, hard thrust back into him drags across sensitive spots that have him gasping little noises at first.
It feels-
Really good, actually.
Reflexively, he spreads his legs wider, tries to presshis hips upwards against him for more of that repeated sensation. He even turns his head, trying to catch sight of the beast fucking him so mindlessly. ]
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It twists and coils in his mouth, prodding and seeking and rolling further forward and downward, brushing the back of his throat. Spit drips from his open maw, and coats his tongue and Kazuya's mouth, thicker than typical saliva, and generally making it a messy affair as he presses farther at Kazuya's throat, finding another warm, tight space to work another part of himself and fuck akazuya from both sides simultaneously-- tongue demanding space in his throat up front, and cock mercilessly pounding him from behind.
The amount of pre has absolutely made the thrusting easier, with the wet, sloppy noises of it, to the point that thrusting in has some roll it's way back out to drop on the bed. He's getting close, and the heavy breaths and needing noises are clear indicators.
That and yet another faint swelling of his dick, this time much closer to the base, hinting at rounding out bulbously, but not quite grown far enough to keep him from thrusting yet. If does add just a little more stretch to Kazuya's abused asshole every time it passes out and back in, though.]
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