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This story was written for ViperXV. It contains sexual acts between a male and a herm, both of them consenting adults, and elements of hyper growth/cum. :3

Not Quite as Planned

All day, Rilanthus had been anticipating the end of his shift. Perhaps this wasn't a strange thing for anyone who had a job that wasn't their passion, something they used to fund the things they loved rather than actively being the thing they loved, but today in particular the sandy scaled iguana had been particularly relishing the passage of time, counting ever down towards his freedom. Freedom, and Kestra. He'd booked an apartment for them planet-side. A space for them to share some shore leave while the Vesper re-fuelled and dealt with all the paperwork from the new stock that Rilanthus had spent the past three days cataloguing and storing in the ship's cargo hold. Even now, just thinking about it, his heart was racing. His cheeks were flushed beneath their scales, and within his rather utilitarian jumpsuit uniform's lower half, he could feel his cock stirring as he considered just how many days it had been since he had felt Kestra's depths wrapped around him, and heard her orgasmic screams ringing in his ears.

The last couple of hours of work crawled by at an Arcturan mega-snail's pace. Every container seemed awkward and unwilling to fit into its designated spot without manual intervention, and more than once Rilanthus found himself using the mag-lev cargo crane to gently rock containers in and out of their mooring as he found his mind wandering to what he hoped he and Kestra would be doing before too long. At some point in the earlier portion of their relationship, the iguana might have felt guilty for focusing so much on the sexual aspect of spending time with Kestra. Like by doing so he was somehow devaluing her and the fact that she was an incredible, intelligent woman with whom he was happy and lucky to spend time doing anything. But, as their relationship had developed beyond just a few quick, dirty hookups in quiet corners of the cargo bay to mutually relieve some tensions, two things had happened. Firstly, he had come to care much more deeply for Kestra not just as a friend with benefits, but as a lover in a more romantic, deeply heartfelt sense. And secondly... he had learned that as much as he enjoyed fucking her, the pink scaled lizard loved fucking him every bit as much, if not more.

They cared for one another, that was undeniable. But... sex? Sex remained one of the cornerstones of their relationship by intensely mutual desire. They shared in it every chance they got, and while they no doubt still would have made plans to hang out together this weekend even if privacy and sex was supposedly off the table, chances were that within ten or fifteen minutes of meeting up, they'd have found some way, somewhere to steal a few minutes of fevered fondling, fucking or whatever other source of shared pleasure they could scavenge together.

Five minutes remained on Rilanthus' shift when his communicator began to chime within one pocket of his jumpsuit. He withdrew it, and as he saw Kestra's ID code flash up on the screen of the small multi-use device, he glanced around to make sure no-one else was in the cargo bay with him. Kestra had developed this wonderful habit of reminding him what he had to look forward to with video calls in the midst of a fevered bout of masturbation, and more than once he'd had to hurriedly lower the volume on his communicator in order to keep her pleasure stricken moans from ringing out and reaching the ears of a passing superior officer who would not approve of their on duty fraternisation. When he accepted the call and Kestra's beautiful face flashed up on the screen though, Rilanthus' smile faded immediately. The look upon her scaled features was not one of impending bliss. It wasn't the expression of someone working a toy or perhaps their own tail in and out of their pussy at a feverish rate. Instead, it was the look of someone who appeared stressed, frustrated, and apologetic.

"Ril... I'm sorry, but, I can't make tonight."

The iguana frowned, but he nodded in understanding. Kestra's job as communication's officer for the Vesper effectively meant that she served in an almost ambassadorial capacity when translation tech was required for trade negotiations. There was no-one else aboard the ship, not even the Captain or XO, who were capable of such a broad range of skills both technical and social. She was irreplaceable, which though one of her most admirable qualities, was in this case something that Rilanthus would come to rue somewhat.

"It's okay. Will you be arriving early morning, or are you gonna sleep where you are and come down on the first transport tomorrow?"

Maybe there was a part of the male lizard that knew what was coming next, but if so he chose not to believe it. Not even to consider that a possible option until Kestra made it all too clear to him.

"They need me on call for the weekend, Ril. The whole weekend. I'm so sorry, you... you know how much I was looking forward to this too, right? I..."

Even beneath her pink scales, Rilanthus swore he could see the hint of a blush upon the other lizard's face.

"...I've been imagining this weekend for days. Telling myself about all the things we were going to do together. I... god, I'm gonna be soaking wet through all my meetings tonight and tomorrow, just knowing what we'd be doing in every one of those moments if I was with you."

They both shuddered in desire and frustration, and as Kestra realised that she really wasn't helping either of them feel better about this unplanned cancellation, she cleared her throat and tried to change the subject somewhat.

"But, please... Ril, please. Go to the apartment. Relax. Unwind. Chill out for both of us. Just... make sure you're well rested, because the first time I see you when we both get back on the Vesper? That first hyperspace jump where we have a few hours to kill? I'm gonna get my weekend's worth of orgasms out of you, whether or not I have a whole weekend to do it in."

Rilanthus grinned, and despite the frustration they were both feeling at knowing that their plans had been ruined, Kestra giggled.

"Anyway, I have to go. Promise me you'll go to the apartment. Promise me you'll relax."

She leaned in towards her own communicator, until all Rilanthus could see were her bright, beautiful eyes staring pointedly at him. He grinned, and nodded.

"I promise. Love you, Kes."

His heart skipped a beat. He still couldn't get over the thrill of saying that. Of meaning it, and sharing it with the woman for whom he felt that way.

She beamed, and blew a kiss down the line.

"Love you too, Ril."

Then the communicator fell dark and silent, and Rilanthus sagged in the mag-lev crane's seat as he stared out at the remaining cargo crates yet to be sorted... his motivation for doing so with all due haste now non-existent.

"Shit."

He muttered to himself as he stuffed his communicator back into his pocket, and more wearily, more resignedly than before began to finish off the day's work.

*********

As Rilanthus' bag hit the wooden floor of the apartment's interior, it echoed with its dull impact. The whole place seemed empty, which it was aside from the iguana, and much larger than it would have with two figures to occupy its space. Rilanthus sighed. He had promised Kestra that he would still hang out here for the weekend, and admittedly he'd relish the chance to relax and decompress away from the ship where he couldn't be called up if any of the rest of the cargo hauling crew got injured or sick or fucked up something that he'd be called on to fix. But now that he was here, alone, in this apartment he'd picked out because the views and the decor all seemed like things that Kestra would love, it just all served as a reminder that she wasn't here.

With a sigh, the iguana began to settle in. He kicked off his shoes and hung up his jacket. He grabbed his bag once again and dragged it into the bedroom, setting it on the side of the bed which he realised would likely go unoccupied for the entirety of his visit and proceeding to unpack a few things. His wash bag, clothes for the next few days that he would probably end up actually wearing now, and...

His eyes widened, and he smiled as he saw, sitting in the bottom of his bag, a data card. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out his communicator, Rilanthus slipped the card into the device and waited for a few moments as it read the content of the card. A message popped up just moments later, and the iguana grinned.

'A little something to remember the weekend ~ Kes.'

The last time he'd used this overnight bag was the last time that he and Kestra had taken a weekend off together. Though, in truth it hadn't just been the two of them, as their friend and mutual lover Virana had joined them. But, throughout that weekend, for all the fun they'd had, Rilanthus couldn't ever remember Kestra recording something. Thus he did the only thing that made sense under the circumstances. He tapped the screen of his communicator where the message was resting, and when sure enough it opened up a video file, the lizard sat himself down upon the edge of the bed, and eagerly began to watch it.

"God, Ril... w-where do you get your energy?"

Heavy breathing rattled from the communicator's speakers, and in the background, Rilanthus' sharp ears could hear moaning. Grunting. Chirping sounds of pleasure. He watched as the screen showed Kestra's bare feet walking across the carpeted floor of the villa they'd stayed in on that world countless light years away and now several months ago.

"I only went to get a drink of water. You were both out cold. We all were. I... I thought we might have been done for the night."

Kestra was whispering to her communicator as she recorded, and as the sounds of sex grew louder, closer to her, she lifted it from where it had been pointed to the floor and instead directed it through the doorway at which she was now standing. Rilanthus' eyes widened, and as he sat on the bed and watched what Kestra had caught on camera, his free hand reached for his crotch and began to grope the swelling beginning to form there.

On the bed, tail raised and ass cheeks tightly clenched, was himself. Bent over another figure on their hands and knees, a beautiful blue feathered gryphon into whose pussy the lizard's cock was currently plunging.

"Yes! Yes, I... g-gonna cum! Fuck me! Oh god, f-fuck, yesssssss!"

The recording shook slightly, and a long, lingering groan escaped Kestra as she watched Virana's legs kick out into the air, taloned toes curling in pure ecstasy while Rilanthus cried out her name, still thrusting hard and deep into her pussy even as one of his hands reached between their bodies to no doubt grip, squeeze and stroke the hermaphrodite gryphon's cock through that already ongoing climax.

"God, Ril... w-wherever you are when you see this, I hope you're as turned on as I am right now."

Finally the camera turned towards Kestra's beautiful face, flushed slightly, panting with obvious excitement at what she had seen. Moments later though, something else snaked its way into view from somewhere below the frame. One of Kestra's hands, glistening, dripping with fluid. Rilanthus growled in excitement, and squeezed his by now rock hard cock through his trousers.

"I h-hope, if I'm free... you'll track me down, show me this video, a-and... hey, future Kestra? Let him fuck you. You know you want to. And if I'm not free? Well, maybe think about me during whatever you're about to do, hmm? Think about me... and Virana. After all, after this weekend... I hope it's safe to say we'll all be spending a lot more time together."

Rilanthus grinned as the file concluded and the screen of his communicator went dark once more. Even while she was half a planet away, Kestra never failed to find a way to make him happier. Without any hesitation, still listening to Virana's cries play over in his mind and using that freshly reinforced memory to bolster his recollections of that weekend in general, the iguana stripped off his clothes and sprawled out on the bed with his erect cock pointing skyward and his eyes closed. He thought of that night in particular, and the hours that had led up to it. He thought of the three way bout which had caused them all to virtually pass out, and from which he and Virana had awoken only when Kestra slipped away from their shared embrace to go and grab a drink of water.

A moan of pleasure escaped him as he grasped and squeezed his cock, imagining both Kestra and Virana's pussies wrapped around him all at once. He tried to think of specifics, the ways in which they felt different to one another. Kestra's tightness, the way that Virana could squeeze and clench harder. The lizard's wetness. The gryphon's cock throbbing against his stomach as they fucked face to face, muzzle to beak. He moaned again, longer, louder as his hand picked up its pace, his masturbation beginning in earnest as he happily obeyed Kestra's message to him.

Then the door chimed.

"O-oh, come on... not again.."

Rilanthus groaned in dismay as his hand abandoned his cock and he dragged himself upright, wondering who the hell could be calling, who the hell even knew that someone was in this apartment today. The last time he'd been interrupted during sex, it had been with Kestra, and Virana had been the one doing the interrupting. That weekend, that same weekend about which he had been fantasising, was the one where she had become his and Kestra's lover. Still more of a friend than a romantic partner, but one who meant a great deal to both himself and Kestra regardless of what form that friendship took.

Scrambling off the bed and grabbing at his clothes, boxer shorts and a t-shirt sufficing for what he hoped would simply be a matter of directing some other visitor to the apartment complex's reception area, Rilanthus stuffed his erection under cover and stumbled towards the door as the chime sounded once again. He tucked himself behind the doorway in at what he hoped didn't look like a hard-on concealing angle, took a deep breath, and opened the door so that his head and shoulders peered around the foot or so of space he permitted.

His eyes widened, and he almost laughed aloud at the perfection of the coincidence which had just occurred.

"Virana!"

He threw the door wide open, totally forgetting about his erection as he gestured for the grinning, bag-carrying blue feathered gryphon to step inside.

"Vir, not that I'm not happy to see you, but... what the hell are you doing here? Doesn't the Vesper need, y'know, it's best pilot?"

The brightly toned gryphon giggled, and as she set her bag down in the corridor the two of them embraced warmly. Only then did Rilanthus realise he was still hard, but by that point his cock was already rubbing against one of the gryphon's legs. He felt her feel it. Felt Virana tense up for a moment not in shock or anger, but in what very much felt like anticipation, and then she let slip one of her beautiful chirping giggles once again.

"Apparently not. Apparently someone was forced to work this weekend, and her only stipulation for doing so was that I be given her days of shore leave. But I'm guessing she didn't tell you that, huh?"

Rilanthus chuckled softly.

"No. No she didn't."

Virana smiled, and still she lingered against him, hard cock continuing to strain against her thigh even though neither one of them had directly addressed it.

"Well, I hope it's a pleasant surprise."

She moved her beak into close proximity with his muzzle. Not close enough to make them touch, but close enough to make it obvious that she was offering a kiss should Rilanthus want it. He grinned, and sure enough with the door still wide open and the iguana still very much in his underwear, they kissed. They kissed long and deep, and until Rilanthus' erection was no longer the only one the two of them could feel pressed between them. Virana trembled, and she chirped happily as she felt Rilanthus' hands sliding under her shirt, rising up, then exploring downward and teasing at the waistband of her slacks.

"Oh, it is."

He murmured as their lips parted, hands reaching lower, cupping the gryphon's ass. With a moan of her own Virana pulled herself up, letting the lizard's hands support her lightweight body as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Muzzle and beak brushed together once again, and as Rilanthus blindly pushed the door shut with one of his own legs, he turned upon the spot and began to carry Virana back through the apartment. Back to the bedroom from which he had emerged just minutes before, and back to the bed, though no longer alone in his arousal.

The iguana's clothes fell away from him once again, and he adoringly teased each and every item off Virana until the gryphon was lying on her back, bare and exposed in all her glory before him. With a hiss of pleasure and longing, Rilanthus flung himself upon her. They kissed yet again, and as he hunched down low over the feathered body of his friend and lover, they both moaned through their kissing as they felt bare flesh meet bare flesh. Cock against cock, throbbing and trembling in excitement upon both male and herm.

They wasted no time, they made no effort to restrain themselves or to act in any way less horny than they truly were. Huffing, gasping and moaning the two of them rubbed their cocks together in what had perhaps started as just a teasing act of momentary foreplay, but now felt very much like the main event in itself. Virana's pussy ached to be filled, but it had been quite a while since she'd had a man tend to her cock, especially in that particularly erotic manner. Thus she wrapped herself around Rilanthus and bucked against him, chirping, moaning, rocking her body against his and grinding their erections together ever more urgently. Pre-cum flowed in ever greater abundance with every mutually stimulating stroke, and before long clutching, gasping, quaking against one another, both lizard and gryphon cried out as they felt their erections reach a new, unparalleled stiffness against one another, and just moments later felt themselves begin to spasm and throb in almost perfect unison.

"O-ohh... oh, Vir!"

Rilanthus grunted happily, joyously relieved not only to be cumming but to have someone's arms around him, another warm body pressed to his as he did so. At the same time he felt Virana's seed splatter across their bellies and mingle with his own, and he nuzzled at her flushed, feathered face as the gryphon whimpered, chirped and revelled in her own orgasmic release to the same gloriously intense degree.

In the wake of that first bout of passion however, the two found themselves temporarily sated. The excitement of companionship lingered, but now that they had cum, they just wanted to be together. To hang out, and to make the most of this rare opportunity for several consecutive days of shore leave whether or not it was with the person that Rilanthus had expected, or in Virana's case whether or not it had been expected at all. For that reason, Rilanthus was thrilled when he learned that the gryphon had brought snacks from the ship. Snacks, and drinks which apparently Kestra had bought and held onto specifically for this weekend, and which she had bestowed unto Virana alongside the holiday time itself.

Soon they found themselves seated in front of the apartment's large holo-screen, cuddled up together in nothing more than a pair of underwear apiece, Virana's breasts still bare and both of them somewhat plumped up, remaining at half mast thanks to their continued intimacy. Blissfully they relaxed, and hungrily they feasted. They demolished bags of chips and popcorn, candy bars galore, and though there had been a few bottles of alcohol present in Kestra's little cache, the two of them seemed perfectly content to gulp down glass after glass of sweet, carbonated soda in all its synthetic fruit flavoured glory.

For a couple of hours they just chilled out there together, amusing themselves with the planet's native sitcoms and laughing far more loudly at an ancient re-run of a soap opera made before this planet's first contact, the plot revolving around supposed alien abductions perpetrated by creatures which looked exactly the same as the planet's native populous, only with an extra pair of antennae behind their first and one pair of their arms hidden beneath a series of large, ungainly woollen sweaters. They ate and drank their fill, and when their stomachs desired no more they simply stretched out the couch together and devoted their full attention not to the TV, but to cuddling. No kissing, no talking, no ulterior motives whatsoever... at least to begin with. Just relishing the comfort, the calm, and the sugar rush that they knew was going to hit them sooner rather than later.

"Mmh... wanna fuck me?"

It was maybe twenty or thirty minutes after they'd lain down together that the two of them became aware that they were horny again. It didn't seem like the kind of thing that should have been able to sneak up on a person, but they had both been so content just lying their cuddling, they seemingly hadn't even noticed that Rilanthus' cock was poking against the backside of Virana's shorts, and one of his hands was fondling the hermaphrodite gryphon's own erection through the front of those same garments.

Rilanthus nodded and kissed Virana on the back of her neck, hissing softly and flicking his forked tongue out, tasting her hot, sweaty skin beneath her lush, light coat of feathers. He moaned as he felt her hips rise just a little, barely moving, but just enough so that she could hook her thumbs around the waistline of her underwear and tease it down. The gryphon bent forward where she was lying slightly, and both she and Rilanthus gasped as within moments the iguana's cock was grazing against the surprisingly wet, needy opening of Virana's pussy where it was tucked neatly in behind her balls.

A loud, piercing shriek of a cry escaped the gryphon as Rilanthus pushed himself into her, indeed so loud that just a few inches in the lizard froze, wide eyed and gasping.

"A-are you okay?"

He nuzzled at the back of the gryphon's neck, smiling in relief as she gave a blissful whimper.

"Y-yeah, I'm... oh god, it's just... fuck, that felt really good. I guess I didn't realise how much I needed this after getting my cock tended to earlier."

Rilanthus bucked his hips a little, and he too cried out alongside the gryphon's next exclamation of intense pleasure.

"I... ah, I think we're both a bit needier than we expected. But, I'm not complaining."

Craning her neck around to meet the lizard's gaze, Virana playfully stuck her tongue out of her beak.

"Good, I'd be kinda pissed off if you were!"

They laughed, though their mirth trailed off into fresh moans as their amusement served only to make their bodies twitch and clench, stimulating themselves and their companion all the more deliciously. A ragged whimper escaped Virana, and when she looked at Rilanthus again, her expression was more sincere and frantic.

"Fuck me, Ril. Please."

He nodded. He growled as he rolled Virana over onto her belly upon the couch, pinning her down for the second time that day only this time with his cock buried in her pussy rather than grinding against her own rock hard member, and as another ear-splitting shriek of bliss rang out from the obviously needy gryphon, Rilanthus' eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure of his very own while he began to fuck her in earnest.

The couch was large and sturdily constructed, and yet before long it was creaking and groaning under the urgency of their fucking. Rilanthus pushed himself as hard as he dared knowing how much more lightweight and delicate the gryphon's bones were than a purely terrestrial mammal, but before long that wasn't enough. Before long he found himself upon his back, and with a crowing cry of delight Virana straddled him, bouncing herself urgently, violently upon his cock. Her own member twitched, throbbed and spurted rather copious strings of pre-cum out across the scales of Rilanthus' already cum-stained stomach, while at the same time juices gushed from her pussy and dribbled down across Rilanthus' heavy, aching balls and his thighs which clenched over and over as he bucked his hips up against Virana's every movement.

"Fuck! Fuck! I... I f-forgot how big you are!"

Virana wailed as she felt herself being stretched and filled almost to capacity by Rilanthus' cock, swearing to herself that he'd never felt this large, this deliciously huge within her before even in their most passionate prior encounter. Of course, had this been anyone else they could have just written it off as a fleeting fantasy, an enhancement imagined in the heat of the moment. But after letting loose that cry, both Rilanthus and Virana's eyes travelled immediately down to the gryphon's exposed and twitching cock. Rilanthus reached out and grasped it, and as a fresh shriek of intense pleasure erupted uncontrollably from the herm's beak, they both noticed something that neither one of them could ignore.

The gryphon's cock was too big. Not unpleasantly so by any means, but simply by a measure of comparison, it was larger than it was meant to be. Rilanthus' hand could barely make finger and thumb meet around its girth, and its length had a much more substantial portion of the shaft sticking out beyond the limit of the lizard's grasp when he brought the edge of his hand to rest against the very base of Virana's crotch. They stared at that swollen, throbbing cock within the iguana's grip, then back up at one another's blissful, awe-struck faces. They whimpered, and they grinned as in unison they murmured a single word.

"Kestra."

Kestra liked her toys. Not just physical objects, but chemicals too. Both Rilanthus and Virana had been on the receiving end of one of those potent and exotic elixirs before, indeed Virana's first weekend with the two lovers had been her first experience with such things. And right now, as she stared down at her own huge, undeniably growing cock and felt Rilanthus' erection no doubt swelling similarly inside herself, Virana realised why what was happening felt not only so good, but so familiar too.

The snacks. The drinks. Something they had imbibed from Kestra's stash had been laced with one of her favourite compounds. And now, as their bodies began to react to the no doubt potent aphrodisiacs which were present in almost all of Kestra's concoctions, the cock which each of them possessed was beginning to grow. And grow. And grow.

"Ahh! Aa-aahhh, so big! Oh, R-Ril, I'm... mnnhhhaahhh, I'm cumming!"

As it swelled to a size far beyond its normal capacity, Rilanthus' cock stretched Virana's depths out until there was practically no more space for it to grow. Every thrust was an effort no matter the volumes of lubrication their bodies had provided, quite simply because there was almost no room left in which the lizard's colossally growing erection could move. The upside of this of course was that every last cell of Virana's pussy found itself stimulated all at once. Her already hyper-sensitised libido was given the pounding of its lifetime as the thick, throbbing lizard cock dragged itself back and forth across her pussy's inner walls, her g-spot, and thanks to the sheer stretching of her pussy's outer lips, even her clit which had been pulled taut against that straining length. Like a geyser, Virana's ejaculate erupted forth and thundered against the scales of Rilanthus' crotch. She screamed, she thrashed, she sang like a bird and roared like a lioness all at once in her rapturous joy, and only after that still growing cock had driven her to a second orgasm, then a third in rapid, blissful succession did Virana and Rilanthus both feel the pressure upon their respective bodies becoming too much.

The gryphon pulled herself up and off of the male's erection with a thick, wet slurp, only to cry out and throw herself back down at him as the emptiness made her still raging, chemically enhanced libido even more desperate for pleasure utterly regardless of the trio of back to back orgasms she had just experienced. For the second time that day the two of them found themselves body to body, face to face and cock to cock. They humped. They grappled at one another with arms and legs as their cocks rubbed and throbbed against one another while growing larger still, both now easily surpassing two feet in length and thicker than each of their owner's arms.

"Please..."

Eyes rolling in bliss, body shaking in desire, Rilanthus gasped out a plea of longing as he felt not only his cock, but his balls beginning to grind against the gryphon's own. They too were swelling larger and larger in tandem with his cock, and now they were of such a size that both the lovers were forced to spread their legs wider to accommodate them. If the sensation of their cocks rubbing together had been unbearably blissful, the added tenderness of their aching balls made orgasm impossible to resist. They both cried out mindlessly as with a surge of ecstasy they felt their cocks shooting up in length far faster than before, swelling before their eyes as they peered down breathlessly between themselves. Much more growth and their cocks were going to be stroking the base of the lizard's muzzle and the gryphon's beak. Already Virana's member was resting cradled in the curve of her breasts, and with each thrust the two of them made against one another, with every last little movement of their bodies, pre-cum painted their necks and chins.

"O-oh god..."

If they expected their erections to pay any heed to the size of their torsos though, they had another thing coming. Indeed it was with their cocks just pushing beyond the height of their owner's shoulders that their growth slowed, and as he saw them doing so, Rilanthus groaned as immediately his mind was stricken with an immediate, near irresistible craving.

He stared at Virana, the gryphon's own gaze currently fixated on the tip of his pulsing, oozing cock, and moaned feverishly to draw her attention. Their eyes met. They gasped, whimpered, they nodded in wordless agreement, both knowing what needed to be done as their bodies continued to buck and rock and grind their shafts and huge, achingly full balls together. Their heads tilted forward, lips and beak pecking gently at one another before descending into a more intimate, primal nuzzling. And then, just a handful of seconds later, they each took a deep breath, let loose one last uninhibited moan, and wrapped their mouths around the throbbing, obscene girth of the other anthro's cock.

Their bodies shook as they suckled on one another's tips, and without hesitation, like a mousetrap trigger being sprung by physical contact, hot cum flooded both their mouths. They gulped, swallowed, drank down what they could, but it was an impossible battle. Cum drooled out of the edges of Virana's beak, and dribbled down Rilanthus' chin as he grunted and hissed in ecstasy. The lizard was the first to throw his head back in a gurgling, sticky scream of pure pleasure, catching a momentary wave of hot cum that coated the majority of his face as he lost himself completely to the pleasure. Virana followed soon after, and as she shrieked, as the two of them wailed and cried out together, gout after impossibly productive gout of cum launched itself past their heads, past the edge of the couch and most of the way across the apartment's living room.

In a frenzy of pleasure, unable to keep up with the flow of Virana's cum but still desperate to play a role in assisting its exit beyond the continual humping of their bodies, cock to hyper-sized and cumming cock, Rilanthus began to lick at Virana's swollen head. To slurp and drink one tongueful at a time from the almost ceaseless gushing of cum pouring forth, and as the gryphon screamed and sobbed in euphoria with each rough lashing of his tongue against her cock's very tip, she could only do the same in the hopes that it would make the iguana feel just as good.

Greedily and adoringly all at once, the pair fought to keep their lover cumming in the hopes that they too would receive the same treatment. And sure enough, with the stimulation of their grinding, their licking and of course the hyper-intense orgasm itself to fuel their bodies, they easily surpassed the length of a normal orgasm. Thirty seconds passed and still they were painting the room with hot waves of cum. A minute, and the two breathless companions were glassy eyed as still they came without pause, without the slightest diminishing of the sheer volume pouring forth from within each of them. Another minute passed, and another, Virana and Rilanthus hissing, chirping, roaring and wailing in ecstasy all the while.

The room was a mess. They were a mess. Walls, ceilings, floor covered in cum, as were the two figures responsible for creating that mess. And still it continued. As they clung to one another, as they dragged themselves upright and clutched at their companion for support, whimpering, huffing, stumbling their way out of the living room with a sticky trail of unceasing liquid lust following behind them. They made it to the bathroom, its tiled floors and walls making it the best possible place for such a mess as this to be made. They scrambled into the shower cubicle, and there they let their legs collapse out from beneath them, sliding down against the rear wall no longer face to face, but side by side. One of their hands each manipulated and squeezed their still throbbing, still impossibly spurting cocks, sending continued waves of super-heightened ecstasy crashing through them without any sign of their bodies or minds telling them it was enough. The other clasped their friend's hand within it's grip, fingers laced together as they sat side by side, shoulder to shoulder, heads resting upon one another and simply staring in awe at what was happening to them as cum rained down and soaked through whatever parts of their bodies weren't already dripping with their shared release.

They couldn't talk. They could scarcely find breath enough to cry out, so constant and relentless was the pleasure. But when their lungs were full enough to do so, they cried out their lover's names. Rilanthus screamed to the gryphon. Virana shrieked to the iguana. And together, not for a moment forgetting the person responsible for bringing them together today, for putting them in a situation where inevitably they would end up sharing these sensations even though she knew she couldn't be there to feel them too, they cried out to Kestra. They praised her, they practically worshipped her, and even in her absence, even though she was half a planet away, they begged her to share this feeling with them.

"Cum!! K-Kestra, please... cum with us!"

"Yes! Aaahhyessssss, Kestra! I'm... mmmnnhhaahhyes, please! D-do it. Cum for us. Cum with us! N-now! Yes!"

Even if deep down they knew she couldn't feel it now though, that didn't matter. Because soon, be it a couple of days, a couple of weeks, or in months yet to come, both Virana and Rilanthus knew that they would repay their lover's kindness. They would find a way to thank her for this weekend, for this incredible gift she had given away so selflessly. And when they did... they both swore that whatever each of them were feeling right then, they would each repay that same amount of pleasure to Kestra, and of course they would do so just as they had experienced it at her behest.

Together.

By Jeeves

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