FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The extensive vacuum of space glowed with the starlight of this systems sun, reflecting off the gas clouds in a blue sheen. The many rings that circled the planet sparkling in the light as it bounced off the metal deposits that remained. The once likely grand spectacle of forerunner technology reduced to debris over time.

A purple hued ship hummed through the light, small and nimble as it flew effortlessly above a debris ring. It was a round nosed utility shuttle, with two stubby upper wings equipped with impulse drives. The hatch lay in the back between two other impulse drives, firmly sealed as the ship maneuvered around one of the twenty five moons that circled the planet.

Inside, piloting the otherwise empty of life craft sat a Sangheili, his dark grey full helmet laid by his side in the copilot seat. His violet colored eyes looked out over the planet, chest lifting with a breath while he stared. Ignoring the ship as it shook a bit entering the atmosphere of the moon, Rantu.

The surface was easy to navigate by air, rocky valleys and jagged mountains of heaped metal refuse long picked apart. The ship dusted the ground as it turned to land in a small flat cut out by a hill. Coming to a humming muse and then silence as its engines were shut down.

However inside, the shuttle was still active. Lights steady as the sangheili stood, his grey armor rattling around his form despite the tight nerve suit and straps. His two fingers of his right hand scooped up his helmet, brushing the other hand over the elongated visors and pronounced mandible guards. Blinking he let out a long breath through his nose, recounting his orders.

He, Khypo 'Haramee, was given the holy task as Arbiter, to discover and learn about the small red and orange tinted worms known as Lekgolo. He was given a few months of supplies, and the small shuttle as a base to live and do tests as necessary. If his supplies got low, he could request more to be delivered, for as long as he needed.

He had only just arrived, and the flight had not been short. So he stepped from the cockpit to the small main area that acted as the primary work space. Glancing around at the containment canisters, and devices that would be used to study the creatures, and find their weaknesses.

To his left, however, was his living area; small, and modest with a simple bed, shelving for his armor and sparse items to make suit repairs as needed. He also had two plasma rifles, a carbine, and a sword. It did not seem like much, but he had a spare suit of vaccum armor in the ships hold, alongside tanks of breathable air and weapon batteries and ammo for the carbine.

None of that mattered just yet, stripping off his armor and nerve skin he slumped into the bed. He had come alone, as directed, and the ship was surely large enough for more than one to survive long term. Picking up the small data pad he shut down the ships lights remotely, wishing that the prophets had sent along someone, even an unggoy, to keep him company.

Khypo wore his armor, helmet over his face with tubes attached to the interworked lines built into his armor, down to the tank on his back. His rifles on his hips, sword on his combat belt, and carbine on his back as he picked his way through an old relic structure. He had been present for a few months at this point, and was starting to feel incredibly isolated.

The Lekgolo were small, but many of them avoided him and the blinding lights from his armor that lit his way. Or perhaps word had spread of his encounter with their attempted combat forms, and served to make his task more complicated. Regardless he was becoming annoyed, even frustrated. Bouncing around the moon seeking information and ending up tired, sore, and with nothing to report. Surely the council would want something soon.

Data pad in hand he stopped in an open cavern, looking around at the nearly meter long worms as they slithered to avoid him. He was glad they were slow, stepping across the room to grab one by the tail and tuck it in a portable containment canister. It was just small enough to hold one for transport, but he would be back for another after he studied this one.

He made his way back out of the cavern, making a careful slide down the ridge before making his way into the ship. Taking a moment to let the quarantine room filter out the toxic air, then stepping into the work area. Opening an empty container to let this lekgolo into for long term hold.

Once done he took off his helmet, disconnecting the tubes to set it aside with the tank he also took off. Laying his weapons back in his quarters before opening his data pad, musing to himself aloud as he found it helped him forget how lonely he was. "Sector fifteen... Location twenty seven..." He laid the data pad down and looked at the lone worm.

It was investigating its hold, pilfering around as it's small mandibled mouth opened and closed.

He picked up another container and set it beside the one he just caught, "Same sector, location four... A and B."

The two worms approached the glass, rising up to investigate this 'location twenty seven'.

He made note that A and B were a bit smaller than 'twenty-seven' and then as the new worm approached and rose up, the two backed off, slamming into the far side of their container as they twisted and coiled together. "Different clans..." He moved 'location four' subjects away and tapped his mandibles. "That reaction is new though..."

Pondering it he decided to prepare himself something to eat. The rations were far from appetizing but he found eating helped encourage the lekgolo to eat as well. Giving him a chance to test what this new clan ate, to avoid working with a clan that devoured forerunner technology.

Having collected samples from all over the moon of various materials. Scraps of forerunner metals, local minerals, and even the sparse underground plant life that cropped up like a toxic oasis. Making note as it ate some of the organic material.

With sore legs, and little information gathered, he left what remained of his supper and decided to shower. Abandoning his armor he took the small lift down into the hold and went to the equally small shower. The ship having been built for San'Shyuum it was a tight squeeze at best. Groaning under the hot water as he struggled to find something worthy to report, feeling lost and useless.

And alone, as he laid his head on the wall. Sliding down he sat under the water to sigh, "I did not think I would miss someone else to talk to... Another's voice... Someone else to go over my notes, I must be missing something..."

There was a light crash and he shut off the water, standing as he stepped out to grab a towel and dry off. Listening for anything else as he tossed it away and moved for the lift. Up top he noticed the worm lay in the remains of a shattered containment chamber. Sighing as he stepped over and got to a knee.

Thick orange blood seeping from glass cuts and embedded shards onto the floor.

Sliding a hand under it he could feel weak vibrations, almost unrecognizable to his calloused fingers. Lifting the bleeding creature he debated throwing it out and just getting two more the next day, but something in the faint vibrations made him pause. Lifting his other hand hold a lower end of the body as he waited.

The vibrations continued, short bursts, though some were a touch longer.

Bored and lonely anyway, he got up and laid it out on the desk, stepping away just long enough to grab a few dissection tools, including a cauterizer. Proceeding to spend the next hour pulling out glass, sealing the wounds, and wiping away its own blood. At some point the vibrations stopped and he wondered if it had died, but he continued anyway. It gave him a chance to look at some of the inner workings of this clans body though they all looked the same anyway.

Once he was done he laid it in a new canister, cleaned up the mess, and went to bed. Still alone, and missing his wives warm bodies more than ever. His bedsheets were cold, and even hugging his pillow did not fill the void.

By morning, his data pad set off a light alarm. Having set one to ensure he was up during this moons night cycles, as the worms tend to be more active and easier to find then. Rolling out of bed he walked into the work area to find food, then brushed his dinner aside to eat his breakfast and look over the lekgolo.

It wasn't moving, but when he reached in he felt it give off a tender vibration, so it was at least alive. He then took his dinner and laid in some of the bone paste, "Maybe that will be easier to eat than some chewy plant matter..."

Over the course of the next few days he kept it isolated from the other 'twenty-seven' lekgolo he had captured, and watched it heal remarkably fast. It ate any organic food he gave it, and never attempted to snap or chew at his fingers. There was even a point where he could identify a few variant vibrations as requests. Food, water, and attention.

So he had taken to tending the other lekgolo with it on his shoulders, or wrapped around an arm like a serpent. He came to enjoy its company, like a pet, but one that vibrated instead of chirped or growled. Letting it wander the desk or around the floor when he studied their blood for answers.

And as the time passed and the days turned into a couple weeks, he realized he could speak with his 'pet'. His vocalization of his tasks, teaching it his language, though it did not speak with sounds. Otiya Xati, as he learned to call it, would vibrate at different intensities for various words.

Khypo walked into location twenty-seven, holding Otiya and Uhori as the other came to be known as. He looked over the hoard of sliding and writhing worms as he got to a knee and let Uhori slither from his arm to the rocky dirt. Turning his head to Otiya, "You are sure about this?"

Yes, help clan, help you, the little creature replied.

From his belt he pulled out the travel canister, having crammed both worms from another nearby location into it. He opened it and laid it on the ground, allowing Otiya to slide down as well. Now he had to wait, feeling soft vibrations in the ground as the clan formed a small mound over the canister to discuss.

Otiya promised to share information with him, if he helped them destroy another challenging clan. Getting nowhere quick on his own, he agreed, but now Otiya had to bring this deal to their clan. It took what felt like hours before a scarred up Otiya wrapped around his hand to crawl up his arm.

They agree, they stated, Go rest. Meet ship. Assault clan.

He gave a nod, "I understand." He went to get up but paused as Otiya vibrated again.

Otiya stay. Missed clan.

Rather reluctantly he laid his hand back down for them to slither back into the tangle of bodies. Gathering his now empty canister as he departed back for his ship to eat in relative silence. Appetite faltering in his once again void, so he abandoned his food, and frustratedly went to bed.

It was the middle of the day when his data pad went off, rolling in half slumber he fumbled around for it, grabbing something thin and rubbery that lay atop the noisy device. Lifting his head he noticed a lekgolo, covered in small scars. "Otiya? How did... you..."

His eyes rose to the darkness of his work area, noting what little light came from secondary lights, lit up the moving floor. Tossing his legs out of bed he grumbled, flicking on the main light.

He counted about a hundred lekgolo slithering around his main area. "Otiya, I thought we agreed to meet tonight."

Plan, yes. Clan grateful.

Moving into the work area he noticed the lekgolo in his containment cells were still alive. Relieved the organic eating clan was not ruining his test subjects. "Grateful? Of what?"

Keep Otiya alive.

He went to question further when Otiya dropped off his arm into the mass below, looking around his feet as they started to swell around him. "O-Otiya what is going on?" As they gripped his feet he could feel a sense of fear in his chest. Suddenly he was on his back, landing fairly hard.

Hands on the metal to push himself up he felt their strong masses over his wrists, others sliding up his sides to begin slithering over his chest. He was almost ready to fly into a fit of rage when he noticed a warm vibration slide between his legs. Moaning aloud as his long pent up needs took full advantage of his situation.

Their lightly slimy bodies coiled and relaxed, gripping and releasing his frame as if massaging his muscles. The steady ba-bum of vibrations around his groin bringing his slit to part with the first couple inches of his spire,

Claws raking the floor he groaned, face hot with embarrassment, deepening as he felt one press against his anus. "W-wait-" cut off with a gasp as the slimy alien slid in rather effortlessly. Then another close behind.

Khypo could feel them, sliding along his intestines, wriggling by his entrance for access, or exit. Meanwhile those around his groin tightened around the base of his spire, arching upward along the nubs to slither around them. Titled flare leaking his pre-cum as it got closer to full mast.

As much as his predicament was uncomfortable and odd, he couldn't help but moan. Hips bucking upward in desperate thrusts between vibrations that caused a light buzz on the floor. Feeling them slide up, squeezing at him, knubs popping free between slimy bodies.

He tried to be strong and resist, but his body almost felt as if he were melting under them. Their cool rubbery bodies massaged at his rippled muscles. The vibrations relaxed deeper aches and stresses. Even the worms deep in his internals felt... right.

Khypo gave in, letting his arms relax on the floor. A soft hiss of pleasure passing his mandibles, trying to piece together some part of his imagination to let himself open up more.

The lekgolo from his arms shifted, bunching around his chest and some bundling on his spire that he threw his hips up into. Feeling them squeeze rhythmically and assaulting him with memories of his climaxing wives. But better.

Others shifted deeper into his intestines. Instead of one or two worms they moved in a small growing horde. Pressing on his internals that reminded him of his initiation hazing to his first team, but surged his hips upward with an ecstasy fueled rut.

He was panting, skin hot but cooled by their caressing. Lost in pleasure he almost didn't notice them crawling along his neck until two shoved themselves down his throat. They were hesitant about crawling much further but started a slippery back and forth movement.

He gasped after a couple moments when they pulled free, ready to protest but they returned and he could only moan. Pleasure continued to build, climax seeming to boil in his loins. Tip readily leaking his pre-cum that the wormy partners greedily consumed. Nibbling teeth and slender tongues crawling higher for the source.

Khypo wanted to implore them, to stop them, but a half pained and whimpered pleasure urged them on. Shaft pulsating as a curious worm started to squish into his urethra. He thought it would hurt, but the worm squished and started a soft prodding.

He couldn't stop his hips from thrusting upward, the clans other members piling onto him to keep him still. Eyes rolling back, feeling teeth nibble around the base of his spire, and the vibrations of his spires guest in his loins. Painfully close to climax he clawed the floor, eyes squeezed tight, wrapped in cool vibrating bodies.

He could feel them slide deeper along his shaft. Exploring the tight corridors of his reproduction system. Vibrating against his tender spots that threw his ecstasy higher than he'd ever experienced. Trembling and writhing with his boiling climax. Khypo could feel the lekgolo in his intestines, the way they vibrated in the pit of his stomach. Amidst this pleasure he realized what they were saying.

Enjoy.

His hips surged upwards into the pile of writhing worms, feeling more slip into his shaft and anus. Having grown used to handling it himself with painfully fading memories, he relished the touch of another. Cool and smooth bodies, sending comforting and exciting vibrations into places no one ever reached.

He came. Hard and slow, peeking just enough to watch his green hued seed dribble out between slippery bodies. But it wasn't the end, their forms milked him for every drop, mouths searching him and each other for the sweet fluid. His body ached as they continued to rub against him.

They refused to release him, drawing another climax to bubble. Managing gasped breaths between the worms in his throat. Will faltering as his own tongue curiously snaked free to cup around one.

It vibrated, coiling with his tongue as the second did the same. They tasted of wet soil and rubber, yet as his tongue played with them a saltier flavor crossed his pallet. It was growingly impossible to deny he was enjoying this.

They were attentive, and even as their wriggling bodies grew slimy and wet the vibrations never ceased. It took a few long moments of a simmering pressure in his loins to realize what he was tasting, and had accidentally caused.

The lekgolo slid over him, piling their weight over his form, wrapping around him to coat his heated skin in their own cool fluids. Brushing and bunching against each other, vibrations turning rhythmic between them.

As much as his mind reeled to pull his tongue away, it found no rest. He wanted to push the writhing mass off his body, but his hands caressed their forms in tender holds. No will power remained, so he purred in long and deep rolls.

One deep in his groin began to mimic it. A hard vibration that nearly tipped him over the edge again, rocketing his pleasure sky high as others followed suit. Hips jerking with ropes of seed that dribbled out into their slimy mixture.

Khypo lay on the floor in drunken ecstasy, submitting to their touch, drinking their seed, and relishing every moment of it. The void in his chest filled with the writhing company around him. In him.

The bodies in his intestines were unique and thrilling. The depth they achieved was nothing short of aweing and it pressed all the right buttons no male, no violent hazing, could ever reach. As his exhaustion mounted he pitied others, they may never get to experience pleasure in such a manner.

To tease their writhing bodies with a tongue. To stroke their slender forms with a hand. To submit to their tender vibrations of appreciation. Or to feel the truest togetherness of friends delved deep in ones intestines.

His eyes drifted close, continuing to purr as he did. Hoping, praying, that Otiya and their clan would still be here when he woke.

Waking hours later he yawned and looked around. Laying on his side on his bed with a blanket of quietly vibrating forms over him, sighing in relief as he laid his head back down. Feeling their conversation on his skin.

One snaked up his neck and nuzzled into him. Rested? It was Otyia.

Khypo blinked tiredly, "Yes, very rested."

Work to be done. We go soon?

He yawned and shifted to lightly sit up, "Suppose so. I just need to get dressed... maybe eat."

Good. Clan not hungry. Clan ate well.

His eyes narrowed, "What did you eat?"

The little worm slithered close, Last night. Have fun?

A small blush colored his cheeks, "Oh... Well... Yes..."

Clan enjoyed friend. Hope friend will stay...

Khypo sat up more completely as the others slid off his body and bed. "I can not stay... But perhaps you and the clan could come with me..?"

Join covenant?

"Yes... That is why I am here, to find clans willing to join. That do not eat relics..."

Otiya was quiet a moment, but a rhythmic hum filled the room. Speak with clan. You eat.

Khypo frowned a bit, watching as the lekgolo slithered into the main room to form a discussion in a pile. He debated a bath, but for as filthy as he had been last night he felt clean. Even his skin smelt free of their leaked mating fluids and his own sweat. So he dressed and went about his routine eating.

He was almost finished when Otyia returned.

Clan interested. Covenant safe? Clan no fight for territory?

"Some things would need to be further discussed with the prophets, but... Basically, yes."

Otyia stay with friend...?

His mandibles pressed tight, a soft ache forming in his chest, silently realizing the moment they went back, with his task complete he would be sent to the battle field again... to die. "Well... not exactly. But we can discuss it later."

They gave off no emotion, but something made Khypo feel as if Otyia was a little disappointed. So he rose a hand to stroke his friends smooth, scarred up body, just to give them a little comfort.

Otyia wishes to stay with friend...

Khypo purred quietly, unable to deny the individual had filled something other than his guts. "I do not have to leave any time soon. I can stay."

They mimicked the purring, snuggled up around his neck.

For a moment he felt guilty, wasting the prophets time pilfering around a dusty moon. Now ready to dramatically prolong his stay just for Otiya and the clan... But the warm purring was enough to remind him of the filled void. The companionship he'd craved now saited, and unwilling to part with so quickly.

It had been over two years since Khypo had been sent to that moon, though the last year or so had been full of pleasurable days laid out on the floor. His return was anticlimactic, and ultimately forced to hand over the colonies he'd recruited.

Not that it mattered, having sworn friendship to Otiya meant more than he had realized at first. The night after his return Khypo lay in his personal chambers, curled up under the blankets. Waking to a vibrating slither over his legs, under his sheets.

He made no movements, instead relaxing as Otiya made their way up and slid into his anus. Soft vibrations soothing his worry. A hand laid on his stomach, feeling Otiya and Eioriou writhe around each other in greeting before settling.

He recalled his time as Otiyas friend, getting accustomed to them and another living in his bowels. Fondly remembering warm nights laid in bed, feeling them writhe together deep in his stomach. It had first been startling, but he had quickly grown to love it in every twisted and depraved way. Waking from a dead sleep to grind on his sheets, smearing his seed into the fibers.

Living with a growing number of lekgolo, the mess would attract the attention of the clan, eager not to let any nutrients go to waste. Turning quickly to a few hours sessions of milking the touch starved sangheili until he passed out from exhaustion. Then their tongues would scour his flesh of sweat, leaving him well cleaned and smelling lightly of wet soil.

Laying in bed aboard High Charity he snuggled into his pillow, relieved of Otyias return from a long meeting. They were the only one the prophets could openly recognize, so they had been requested. But with their return marked a successful alliance.

Khypo rubbed his stomach fondly, pleased he would never have to be alone again. Though as he laid there in his own happiness he mused. It would be selfish of him to keep this pleasure to himself. Other warriors would never know such a powerful bond.

He said nothing, but purred on his pillow.

Otyia took no time to respond. Yes! This gleeful response was quickly followed by excited squirming and vibrations.

Khypo gasped and moaned, hips rolling to thrust against the bed. "O-Otyia s-slow down." Tongue hanging from his mandibles as his spire ground against the soft sheets.

Already encouraged there was no stopping them. The two writhed and hummed, pressing hard on his prostate, grinding on it as they mated. Their seed smearing against the walls of his large intestine, hormones wicked away into his bloodstream to drive his pleasure high.

Rolling to his back he gripped his shaft in both hands, slamming down while thrusting up. He didn't take long, Otyia had learned how to please Khypo quickly, efficiently, and completely. Casting thick green ropes across his chest, whimpering his satisfaction as his fist milked the last drop from his flared tip.

Falling still he panted, just feeling Otyia and Eioriou slip out and up between his legs. After all that spent energy, the pair needed to eat. Khypos seed sufficed; packed with protein, sugar, vitamins, and water.

He pet the two gently, drifting off to their appreciative vibrations while they fed. He would be fast asleep before they finished and returned to the safety he provided.

Over the course of the next week Khypo had little else to do. He was unsuited for political discussion, though he attended council meetings with the prophets only to be present. They wanted him nearby in case he needed to communicate with the Lekgolo, but mostly just for political show.

In the substantial amount of free time, he hunted. Watching his brothers in arms carefully. He wanted one with some rank, but not too high, who looked desperate for the companionship he offered.

His name was Erku 'Serumee, a fairly young warrior with crimson red eyes, who had recently been promoted to major and oversaw repair teams of unggoy and the buoyant Hurok. Such a grueling job left him lonely and depraved of a brothers love. He had potential to climb ranks quickly... He was perfect.

And he'd been easy. Khypos offer for affection was reciprocated with some distain but no less willingness. He had almost torn off his armor in desperation for attention.

Erku was lean and well muscled, though not as strong as Khypo. Regardless Khypo let him win the first pit of wrestling for dominance, wanting the younger warrior to get some of his pent up frustration out.

It wasn't as pleasurable as a hoard of lekgolo, but he'd have his own climax. Smiling as Erku almost over exerted himself and crumpled onto the older males chest for the last several desperate thrusts. His needs were not saited yet, but by their next shifts both would be well milked and never alone.

Khypo gently laid the panting male aside on his front across the sheets. Sitting up and straddling the other males legs as he directed his dripping flared tip down. Grinding against Erku they both moaned quietly.

A warm smile crossed his mandibles. Remembering extra fondly of Otiya and Eiorious nightly writhing. And what the three had been waiting for. Just two weeks after the pair mated they'd both slithered deep into his shaft.

Khypos loins felt full, as if he had been pent for years, desperately in need to unleash his load. The lekgolo eggs were small but numerous, packed into his tight ducts ready and waiting to hatch. His flared tip sought Erkus entrance, ready to drool in anticipation for the massive release he was soon to experience.

Erku moaned into the pillow, gripping it tight as Khypo pressed deep. "Oh gods..."

He leaned over to better hold the younger male down, purring into his neck, "Take a deep breath, and relax." Mandible tips teasing his skin a bit, "By the time we are done, you will look forward to more."

Erku inhaled rather sharply at a vibration, "What in-"

"Shhh," Khypo breathed, pace picking up to roughly slap his hips on his rump. "I know how lonely you are... How much you crave anyone to just-" his large hands held his ribs to the bed, "-touch you..."

He squirmed, feeling heavier vibrations through Khypos shaft but as alarmed as he was, his hips pressed back into a thrust. "What are you doing..."

He traced his tongue over his neck, "Giving you exactly what I have... Friends who would choose death alongside you. Never feeling alone again..."

"Have you.. Nnff! Gone mad," he gripped the sheets, body starting to tremble as the vibrations picked up urgency.

Khypos eyes rolled back, feeling Otiya in his bowls speak to the hatching young in the warriors loins. Firm vibrations against the intestinal wall, pressing on his prostate to communicate with them. A few eager ones slipping from Khypos tip.

Erku moaned again, humping into the sheet as the vibrating shaft in his rectum ground on his own prostate. The soft vibrations that tickled further drawing him to inhale and grip the sheets tight. "A-Arbiter... Oh gods..."

"Are you enjoying this?" He slowed his thrusts, hands slipping over the younger males to hold him down.

"Gods yes," he huffed.

Khypo purred into his neck, "The Lekgolo are the best friends we lonely sangheili could ask for. They need never leave your body to remind you that you are not alone. They will adore you with affection no male could dream of providing..."

"L-Lekgolo? The worms?" His body tensed, "You are going to give me a parasite?!"

He purred and his shaft vibrated hard, nearly jerking him into a climax but he held back as best he could. But it was enough to rip an ecstasy fueled moan from both males. "No one else even acknowledges you... Do you not wish to experience this again? To feel the pleasure I do? The vibrations you feel are them communicating... Can you feel it?"

Otiya started to hum in a rythem, the hatchlings following suit as more crawled from Khypos shaft looking for something edible.

Erku gripped Khypos hands with a pitiful whimper. "Oh gods... Oh gods!"

"You feel them," he purred. "Relinquish yourself, enjoy them. You will never feel alone again, you will never need more assistance to find pleasure. Being their friend is simple and oh so-" his hips pressed in deep with a grind, "-rewarding."

Erku squeaked a moan, no longer forming complete words as his pleasure became immeasurable.

Khypo slid the younger males hands down, then slid his arms around him to hold him close, Erkus arms trapped at his sides. Rolling completely to his back he used a knee to toss their legs open, thrusting up into him with sticky slaps. "I long to share this with the whole covenant... All should know how glorious this depth of togetherness is."

Erku thrashed a bit, panting heavily, feet struggling to lay still, growling as he threw his hips up. Thick ropes of seed coating him and dribbling to the bed, letting out only the most broken and strained gasp for air.

Khypo held him tighter, "Good... And you have yet to enjoy them as fully as I."

Erku squirmed, hands lifting to grip Khypos arms. Body trembling as vibrations swelled in his abdomen, crawling deeper, pressing on the most sensitive buttons he hadn't known existed. Writhing on his back, blissfully helpless.

Khypo nibbled at his neck, easing his thrusts to be slow and deep. Gliding his flared tip along the warm walls, releasing the small worms into their temporary home. The vibrations and depraved excitement drawing him closer to his peak.

The younger male relaxed, the last ropes of his second climax soaking his chest as he trembled uselessly. "A-Arbiter..."

He smiled a bit, arms loosening as he nuzzled close, "You may call me Khypo... Though my clan name is lost to me..."

Erku whimpered a little, "Y-You are sure they are not going to eat me from the inside out?"

He laughed, "I assure you, they will do you no harm. Though you may find yourself eating more to help sustain them."

With a heavy breath he shifted a little, squeaking a gasp as they vibrated in their own excitement.

Khypo took his hands, leading them to his stomach as he purred, "Feel them... They are happy in there. Happy with you. You will never feel alone as long as one remains."

Erku fought a bit of a purr, shivering as they mimiced it. His purr growing hesitantly deeper until he writhed, hands grasping the sheets in a death grip. Shaft dribbling against his chest.

Khypo tenderly traced Erukus neck scales with his tongue. His hips lifting gently, rocking into the smaller warrior, pace increasing as Otyias vibrations peaked. Holding Erukus hips as his hatchling laced seed filled him.

Hundreds of tiny mouths deposited, Khypo allowed himself to relax. Basking in his pride, even as he cuddled against another warrior. Purring his excitement into his neck. Dozing off even as Eruku quivered in the consistent pleasure.

He knew one day, sooner than he would like, he would be given orders to face death. But he drifted pleasantly knowing Otyia would remain nestled in his gut regardless. But in the meantime, he would ensure many more warriors such as Eruku would be given the chance to experience togetherness on a deeper level.