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Samael brushed his scruffy hair. He rubbed moisturizer on every leathery inch of his wings. He brushed his teeth, even filed his claws so they all looked perfectly uniform, and checked his calendar. Yep, he wouldn't be going into heat for two weeks or so - perfect! That meant he was all ready for a date. A couple of eyedrops for that bright-eyed look, a small shot of strong liquor to soothe his nerves just a little bit... there. That surely was everything, right?

He went in and out of the bathroom a few more times, fussing up his hair a little so it didn't look too perfect. Finally, a date! As much fun as his roommate could be, he'd found this beautiful werewolf online who was clearly interested in him and didn't mind his minor differences from the regular male. Sam glanced down at his mound, as part of his mental narrative. Sometimes, gay guys got a little awkward about the pussy. This one, though, named Talin, seemed to be _more_interested, meaning he was clearly a wolf of refined tastes.

Either that, or pansexual, which was entirely possible. Well, regardless, he was one hunk of grade-A solid beef, just as scraggly, lethal, and beautifully muscled as a werewolf in his prime should be! Sam checked his phone again. When he'd told Talin about his, well, particular peculiarities, he'd responded with an incredibly alluring picture of his canine shaft peeking out of its sheath, and seeing that always made Sam clench.

He wasn't entirely planning to get rutted on the first date, but if it happened, it happened. It was a safe enough day, after all. God, regular men never had to worry about that. Still, condoms were out. He definitely wanted to feel that slick, veiny, throbbing cock inside him bare the first time they did it.

Sam headed out the door, checking the lock a few times, and then, he was off to meet the werewolf.

The evening was overcast, rain slowly drizzling down. It felt fateful, somehow. Along the way, he passed a pregnant woman, a little reminder of what might happen to him, too, if he wasn't careful. Every time he saw a swollen belly, he wondered about how exactly it'd happened. Had they, like him, dated someone new, and that someone knew had then successfully bred them? Was it the product of a long, loving union? Maybe someone tricked into accepting a pregnancy. Samael shivered. Either way, it was a wholesome, healthy look, and yet it carried with it that thought of carnal, primal sex, which left him a little excited. Ah, well - the rain did wonders to cool him down, at least, on his way towards the diner.

When he arrived, it was to find Talin already waiting. He was standing there, leaning against a worn, wooden telephone pole, occasionally glancing around for Samael before returning to gazing at nothing in particular. He looked focused, as if deep in thought, or planning something.

They'd gone for a homely kind of place, the kind of little mom-and-pop diner that served both fruity cocktails and very rare steaks. Increasingly hard to find, those, with everyone having such specialized taste, but once they all disappeared, where would a fruit bat and a werewolf even go to eat? The 50s-style décor was a bonus. Even if kitschy, it made the place a little more homely. A safe place to meet someone new.

There was that pleasant little tingle and dampness again, only stronger this time, as the bat finally met his date offline. He looked even more handsome in person, with that scruffy mane, and shoulders wide as a linebacker.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting," Sam chirped, putting on his most cheerful demeanour.

The wolf's piercing gaze snapped to him, as if he'd been awakened from a trance. "Not at all," Talin responded, tersely. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Let's get to eating. We'll need lots of energy for the club, no?"

Talin fiddled with a small vial in his pocket, slipping it between his fingers. He was, indeed, planning something.

They sat down, made their order, and got drinks while waiting. Talin's heart was beating rapidly as he looked for an opportunity to follow through on his plans. Only briefly did he wonder if it was actually the right thing to do, but his libido handily won out. One instant when Samal was distracted by the colorful décor, Talin uncorked the vial and poured its contents into the bat's tall, fruit-laden glass. With any luck, all that sugar would cover up the flavor entirely.

The werewolf, as it happened, had his own ideas for how a date should end. He'd been a little disappointed when Samael insisted that their first meeting should be in his "safe" period, but that was nothing a little modern medicine couldn't fix. Of course, having a pussy and a functional womb, the bat's body knew what it wanted, Talin reasoned, even if his mind wasn't on board with it. Clearly, then, he needed a little convincing, and that's why he'd brought his own special blend of heat-inducing medication. He'd ground up a little bit of pills he'd gotten from the black market, too, ones that increased fertility as well. Then, there was a little drop of aphrodisiac. The kind of cocktail that'd make a nun offer herself to every passing male.

Samael didn't suspect a thing. The drink tasted just perfect, and the company made it even better. They sat there eating for an hour or so, chatting about this and that, gradually warming up to each other, though the wolf kept steering the conversation towards lustier manners. At first, Sam tried to ignore them, finding his forwardness a little off-putting, as if Talin was only looking to fuck him. Not that he minded sex at all, but on the first date, he still liked getting to know people before spreading his legs for them. Still, even that kind of talk gave a good impression of who the werewolf was. He didn't seem like a bad person, just very lust-driven.

As time passed, though, Sam found himself enjoying Talin's lewd remarks more and more. There was just something so primal and masculine about how he openly talked about how he'd make the bat moan and beg as he pumped him full of cum.

Normally, Sam would've found that a little crude, and a little bit of a turnoff, especially coming from someone who was effectively still a total stranger, but he found himself in a bit of a mood tonight, a little feverish and a little damp, shivering as Talin described, in vivid detail, how he'd bred his previous date. That was the first moment he felt a kind of fogginess in his mind, one that'd grow deeper and denser as the night went on. Hadn't he just thought it was too much? Why were his lewd comments, spoken in that deep, throaty, lupine voice making his pussy clench, now?

Thankfully, Sam wouldn't be getting bred tonight, or so he reassured himself, but it was still very titillating to listen to, and he could feel himself growing warmer and warmer as he did so. Even watching the wolf eat was enjoyable. The way his mouth closed around his steak lovingly had Sam daydreaming about how it might feel to have that mouth on his cunt, instead. Maybe that would be alright. Then he could reciprocate with a blowjob. A little slutty, but at least none of that warm, rich cum would end up in his vulnerable pussy.

With dinner finished, the two headed towards the club. It was just down the street, a short walk away. Sam was slowly beginning to realize that the drink might've been a bit more potent than the menu said, because he was feeling a little _too_warm, like he'd had several shots already. Thankfully, Talin was all too happy to support him, wrapping a possessive and strong arm around his waist when Sam told him that he was feeling a bit off.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you if we need to leave," Talin rumbled. He knew exactly what was happening, of course. The bat was starting to grow all heated and fidgety, just like every other bitch in heat that he'd been with. Soon enough, he'd start getting wet too, and from there on, it was just a matter of letting nature take its course.

Sam hadn't noticed just how good the werewolf smelled until now, when he was this close. He had such a virile scent of clean, male musk. The kind of fragrance that made Sam want to bury his nose in his mane and never leave. That kind of behaviour wasn't quite appropriate for the public, though, and he was still looking forward to dancing. At least he wouldn't have to worry with such a big, bad wolf keeping him safe.

The club itself was one that most people in the city knew about, but few actually attended. The atmosphere was somewhere between gothic and cyberpunk, with a matching soundscape of songs ranging from industrial to techno. A niche place, but no worse off for it. Rather, it meant that there weren't any lines. Even from outside, Sam could practically feel the bass reverberating through his body. The club was underground, in what'd once been a bunker, restructured for its modern, hedonistic use, and the staircase leading there was decorated according to Paradise Lost, green and verdant at the upper half and then with increasingly hellish imagery as one made their way downwards. Of course, instead of torture, it all depicted revelry, from flowing booze to orgies.

Appropriately, the place was named Milton. Although rumors circulated about it, they didn't actually host orgies. That said, one wouldn't be kicked out for fooling around in public, either, meaning that every now and then one would catch inebriated couples doing what couples did best in the shadowy corners, illuminated in a sensual slideshow of lust and desire by strobing lights.

Though he certainly loved what he was seeing, Samael found himself a little preoccupied by the growing dazed feeling and sense of warmth. It really did feel like he was going into heat, but that wasn't possible. That wasn't due for three weeks. He'd specifically planned for that, double- and triple-checked the calendar. It must've been some combination of the alcohol and the seductive wolf he was with, he reasoned.

Still, it was something to worry about later. For now, he wanted to do two things; to dance and enjoy the wolf's company. The drinks were a bonus. He'd been to the Milton before, and he loved the ambience. If a machine gun beat and flashing lights could be considered ambient, that is - but after a while, it all blended into the background.

Their night began properly with a quick round of drinks, as expected, though Sam carefully chose one very light on the alcohol, feeling like he'd already had too much. Another fruity cocktail, this one with only a little splash of alcohol, instead compensating with actual pieces of fresh fruit. It was one of those things you'd never expect they served at a club like this, but then, the people who were into gothic aesthetics and dark, electronic music tended to have peculiar tastes. Not to mention that being such a gloomy place, it always attracted bats.

After a couple more drinks at the bar - Talin insisted - served by another bat, though a vampire rather than a fruit bat like Sam, it was time for the main attraction. Sam's body followed the music fluently as he let the beat guide his movements, trying to let his worries leave his mind. Yet every time he opened his eyes, it seemed like one male or another was looking at him with curiosity, and perhaps desire, in their eyes. At first, it worried him, but as the dance went on, he found himself rather enjoying it, being openly checked out by what seemed like every male in the club. It made the bat feel rather sexy, especially knowing that he was already here with the most handsome wolf around.

At first, they danced face to face, but soon enough, Talin was behind Sam. A strong, clawed hand groped his rump, and the thrill of being publicly touched made him moan out loud, shamelessly. Nobody would hear it anyway, not with how loud the music was. He leaned back, letting the werewolf's strong frame support him as he kept moving, grinding back against Talin. He only really meant for it to be teasing; even in his lusty state, he didn't actually intend to go _too_far on the first date... but there was nothing wrong with showing how utterly intoxicating he found the large wolf, was there?

The wolf's hips bumped against him, and he felt an incredibly firm bulge press under his tail. Sam felt another pleasant buzz of pride, of knowing that this handsome wolf was so hard just for him, a sensation not unlike almost swooning... until he caught himself in the act. He wasn't normally this slutty, was he? Well, maybe sometimes, but only when he was in-

Talin spun him around and caught his lips in a passionate kiss, and Sam readily melted into it, distracting him from those thoughts. Nothing was wrong, no. Mm. Maybe I should...

His palm slid down the werewolf's front, feeling his firm abs, and further down yet until it pressed against that hard, masculine bulge. It felt so thrilling, somehow, groping his date in public like this, especially knowing that _someone_had surely noticed them already. Normally, it'd be far too risky, but he could see other couples doing much the same as the lights brightened for the track's breakdown. It felt natural, really, far too natural.

The beat kicked back in again and their brief display of lust ended for now, but it remained like glowing embers in the back of Sam's mind. Fantasies of just leaning against the bar and letting the wolf rut him like a wild beast, or finding a seat somewhere and sliding onto his lap, onto that wonderful breeding rod that was so eager to seed him, feeling it throb and pump to the rhythm of the music. Maybe if he just dropped his pants right now, the wolf would do it. There on the dancefloor, filling him with virile, sticky heat.

Samael felt himself clench eagerly at the thought. Such was his arousal, in fact, that he decided he needed a break. His clit was swollen and engorged and someone grinding against his panties with enough friction to leave his knees feeling wobbly.

Talin was already smelling him. That wonderful, spicy, inviting scent was getting so strong that it left him hard as rock. He hadn't been entirely sure if Sam would be receptive to the drugs he'd administered, but it seemed he was, despite his male exterior. Yet... although Talin had initially only planned for this to be a one-night stand, he found himself a little stricken by the slender bat, too. A kind of affection beyond just the physical. He wondered, briefly, if he was just getting influenced by that intoxicating heat-scent of his, but no. There was something about him, something that the wolf wanted to taste, to claim, to all but devour.

Maybe he'd wait. He had, for a moment, thought of taking him there, in public, but now felt like taking Samael home would be a little more appropriate. Besides, having his cum leak out with gravity just didn't seem right. No, he wanted the bat on his back in the end, letting that belly-swelling seed pool inside him, letting those little swimmers do their job.

He did_notice that Sam was starting to draw more than just gazes. Every now and then, the moment they sat down, another male of some description would approach him - some of them with obvious, if covered - erections, only retreating after Talin gave them a display of his sharp fangs. _This bat is mine was the message. He knew all too well how single-minded males could be around that wonderful fragrance, though, and sooner or later one of them would be too drunk on it to respect Talin's claim.

While he didn't mind a fight, he did mind one that happened while he was dating someone. Yes, he'd began considering it a proper date, now. The bat was simply too interesting to let go after a mere one night stand And so, he placed a hand on Sam's shoulder, only to discover the bat was almost burning up with a very tangible kind of heat.

Sam, for his part, didn't even notice it. He felt a little numb all over except for that burning need between his legs. Unconsciously, he was grinding against the bar stool. The groin of his panties was soaking wet by now, but that hadn't really registered_yet, not with his mind flooded with thoughts and fantasies of getting thoroughly bred. Fantasies were _safe, though, so all those pointed, swollen canine shafts he was imagining buried deep inside him as they unloaded their virile cargo were perfectly fine. It wasn't as if he was about to let that actually happen, was it? There was another sweet, wet clench at the mere notion, and Sam screwed his eyes shut, trying to focus on what was going on rather than letting his pussy do all the thinking for him.

So, when the wolf suggested that he take him home for the night, he hesitated. With his mind sluggish from both alcohol and lust, the bigger picture of what was about to happen didn't really gel, not yet. He knew that he wanted to spend some more time with the handsome wolf, but he also had a vague, hazy notion of where agreeing might lead, and that made him clench again. Oh, did he ever feel wet down there, he suddenly noticed, but just as he was about to look down and start piecing things together, Talin took his hand and guided to it to that firm bulge tenting his pants.

He felt big._Big enough to... give his body exactly what it needed, Sam thought. In _thick, creamy spurts...

Before he knew it, he was following the wolf outside through the club's back door. He just couldn't understand why he was so horny. It felt exactly as if he was in heat. And then the wolf confirmed it.

"Mrf, you smell like you're in heat," Talin rumbled, pinning the bat between the wall and his own bulky frame. "I didn't notice earlier, but..."

"B-but I can't be, it's not the right-" Samael protested, but then he was silenced by Talin's lips smushing against his own again. He moaned into the kiss. There was no denying it. The burning emptiness inside him, demanding to be filled. The high body temperature that always came with ovulation. The way every nerve in his body seemed to spark and tingle with pleasure at the slightest touch. He almost swooned just from being kissed, and then the wolf's hands were all over him. One sliding under his shirt to tease at his nipples, and the other- oh no, it was pushing down the front of his pants, just about to reach his soaked slit.

He couldn't let himself get too carried away. Or could he? Everything felt halfway between an erotic daydream and an intoxicating rush of fertile horniness. Then, Talin's finger flicked over his clit, and he let out a loud, shameless moan. The touch was intense, electrifying, leaving him squirming even as his back rubbed against the rough brick wall, and his hips bucked against the wolf's cunning touch with needy, sharp motions.

"All wet, too, aren't you? I bet you made sure you'd be going into heat today..." Talin hissed. He was lying, of course, but he'd seen enough of the bat's favorite stories to know that the fantasy would rile him up even more. A finger teased at this slippery, soft folds, so out of place on an otherwise masculine body, and yet all the more alluring for it. The bat was incredibly hot, the heat of his needfully clenching sex radiating against Talin's palm, the supple flesh yielding as he traced a finger down that drooling groove, only briefly dipping in to give him something to squeeze around.

Samael did, silken inner walls almost suckling at the invading digit. His body was practically begging to be bred, in every way, from his strong scent, to those eager little moans, and the fact that his groin and legs were matted_with his heated nectar. He knew that he shouldn't keep doing this on _some_level, but it wasn't the one in control right now. Not with the glowing, thrumming pleasure the wolf stoked further with each motion of his fingers. If it wasn't for Talin supporting him, he'd have fallen over already, probably yowling like an alley cat for any available male to come fill him, Sam thought. His knees were weak with desire, that pleasure blossoming into something white-hot and overwhelming, and he was practically _gushing over Talin's hand.

And then, the wolf stopped. Before Sam could react at all, he felt a wet finger trace over his lips, an without questioning, he opened his mouth. He could taste himself on it, and Talin was rubbing at his tongue, and he was sucking on his finger like a good breeding slut. He wasn't sure if those was his own thoughts or something the wolf had said, barely able to focus on anything, or even hear anything with how fast his heart was pounding. Talin's snout was buried in his neck, sniffing at him, delving deeper into that primal state of rut. Gods, if they didn't get moving soon, he'd end up mated and seeded here in some dirty, dark alleyway, like street dogs. The thought only made him want it more.

"I should take you home," Talin rumbled. With how close he was, Samael could feel his chest vibrating ever so slightly with each deep, imposing syllable. "Well, to the hotel anyway."

During the short walk to the ever so slightly shady, neon-branded hotel, Sam had a few opportunities to cool down enough to realize that he didn't actually want to get pregnant. Yet each time his breathing started to slow, or his thoughts began to clear, the wolf was there again, letting the bat feel his hardness, or with his paw grinding against Sam's soaked crotch, ensuring that he once again reached that empty-headed state of utter need.

They reached the hotel, dripping wet and rock hard respectively. Well, more a motel really, with a specific clientele in mind if the condom machine out front was anything to go by. Sam paused for a moment as he saw it, his sluggish mind struggling to remember why he thought it so important, but then Talin tugged him away from that sliver of salvation and into his temporary den.

For being a small, run-down motel, the rooms were moderately luxurious. The sofa, onto which Sam collapsed the moment they got inside, was soft and comfortable. The armrests were just the right height that if he leaned over it, he'd be presenting himself for his lover, and why wouldn't he do that? God, he'd waited for so long to get filled with the wolf's wonderful cock.

Yet Talin, now that he had the bat exactly where he wanted him, had other plans. Sam wasn't going anywhere, meaning he had all the time in the world to breed the little bat. That, in turn, meant that he had more than enough time for a little fun.

He dropped his pants, unceremoniously, right in front of Samael. That was the first time the bat actually saw his cock (in person, at least - he'd seen in plenty in horny messages they'd been sending to each other) and it was even hotter. Thick enough that his fingers could only barely wrap around it, long enough to...

"Come on. Show me how much you love this cock. How much you need it," Talin growled, claws digging into Sam's neck and forcing his nose into that warm, musky mess of fur lining his bloated sheath.

Sam didn't need much encouragement. The wolf smelled wonderful. So deeply musky, so _enticing._He rubbed his face against his sheath like a cat in heat, feeling just how _alive_those heavy balls felt resting on the bridge of his snout. So full of virile seed yearning to be pumped where it belonged. Sam inhaled greedily, eagerly, letting that masculine musk flood his lungs and mind, and he didn't seem to be able to get enough. His tongue ran over the fuzzy sack, teasing at the base of his cock and the bunched-up sheath forced back by his swollen knot. He lapped little circles over the heavy knot that'd ensure his fertilization, _worshipping_it, his hand gently hefting Talin's balls, thumb caressing his sack as he rolled the orbs within between his fingers.

Gods, he needed it badly. The bat was grinding against the sofa now, trying to undo his pants and only eventually succeeding. He could feel strings of his rich nectar clinging between panties and his swollen mound, inflamed with desire.

Those last few worries about where this was all leading - to early maternity leave, to a belly swollen with a litter of hybrid pups - dissipated from his mind as his fingers found the downright molten slit between his legs and sank inside. So what if he got pregnant? Clearly, he was meant to. His body was begging for it. He wouldn't have gone into this unexpected heat if he wasn't meant to just let it happen, would he?

He could feel the wolf's cock splatter his muzzle with precum. The heat of it almost seemed to soak into him as he kept feverishly pumping his fingers into his drooling, honeyed cunt. Oh, but he loved every second of it. Every deep breath of canine musk, every throb and twitch of Talin's cock as his tongue and lips gave it little licks and kisses.

"My turn," Talin snarled, and Sam's heart skipped a beat. Was this it? Was he finally going to get a healthy load of life-giving seed deposited into his yearning body?

But no. Talin was dragging out the foreplay. He had one thing he'd prepared in advance that he wanted to do, and another that seemed perfect in the heat of the moment. First, he dug into a bag haphazardly tossed on the floor, and brought out a collar. Thick, studded leather, with the word breeder carved into the nameplate. Before Sam could stand up, or even pull off the wolf's throbbing cock, he could feel it being wrapped around his neck, and then pulled just tight enough that he'd constantly be aware of it being there. The click of a leash, and then a tug, forcing him nose-deep into the wolf's crotch, with his cock pulsating in the bat's throat, with the collar making it an even tighter fit.

He felt owned,_somehow. Comfortable, despite not being able to breathe with a thick shaft plugging his throat and his nose smushed into musky fur. He could feel himself starting to run out of oxygen, but somehow he didn't mind, unable to really protest anything the dominant werewolf was doing to him. The collar only emphasized that feeling. Sam felt his cock twitch, knowing he was spurting that delicious precum directly into his belly, only wishing that it was buried in his quivering, drooling, _fertile cunt instead.

Just before he passed out, though, Talin pulled out. He wasn't interested in _hurting_the bat, after all. He'd need to be well and healthy to bear him a proper litter. Sam gasped for air, strings of saliva mixed with precum connecting his mouth to the wolf's cock - red, almost angry-looking, and rock hard, pointing, demandingly, right at him.

Roughly, Talin grabbed Sam by his shoulders and pulled him up, planting a quick kiss on his lips before turning him around and tossing him over the armrest in a vulnerable position. Vulnerable as in, leaving his ass propped up, his needy slit on full display and readily presented, slightly splayed from the heat-induced swelling. But rather than immediately mounting him, the wolf knelt, taking a few moments to worship the bat's body in turn. He started with a slow, broad lap, from Sam's stiff little clit to the shapely curve of his rump, scooping up a mouthful of his juices. From that moment on, they were both too far gone to even consider stopping. The bat tasted almost sweet, enticing, the flavor impossible to truly describe but somehow still flavoured like pure sex.

His tongue dug into the groove between those swollen lips, and his nose pressed into the soaked mess. Sam clenched around and against him, gushing, drooling and squirming as he clawed at the sofa, thrusting back and moaning at the top of his lungs. At this motel, they didn't have to care about getting thrown out, even if every single other guest knew exactly what they were doing. That was why Talin had picked it, after all. He wanted to hear the bat squeal and beg.

He'd make a wonderful mother for the werewolf to breed over and over again. Maybe he'd never have a flat belly again, always swollen with either cum or pups. In that heated moment, the both of them thought it a wonderful idea.

Sam couldn't hold anything back, bucking and squirming as the wolf feasted on him. His world was swimming in pleasure, though with no sense of actual _relief_in sight. When in heat, he could only really cum from something filling him. A dildo could do it, but a real cock - with all the risk taking one at the height of his fertility - was even better. Until he got that, every little lick or touch only pushed the pleasure further towards an agonizing fever pitch, until tears were running from his eyes. It was almost painful, but he just couldn't reach an orgasm, no matter how much the canine tongue twirled over his clít and thrust into him, lapping up his copious wetness.

The wolf, perhaps, enjoyed it even more. He wasn't thinking clearly either; the events were planned, yes, but he was so deep in rut now that if he didn't get what he wanted, he might've started humping the sofa itself with equal passion. Utterly drunk on the bat's juices, he kept licking, letting that warm nectar smear over his muzzle and drip onto his chest, his snout pushing against his clutching opening hard enough to almost slip inside.

After a while of it, though, Sam could hardly breathe. It was too intense, he was kicking and thrashing, trying his hardest to maintain some level of sanity in his lust-frayed mind. The wolf's long tongue felt like it was teasing at his _soul_when it slipped inside to briefly touch his g-spot.

Luckily, then, it didn't take long before Talin couldn't hold back any longer, either. His cock was aching, and his balls were twice so, feeling uncomfortably swollen as if ready to burst, yearning to spurt their virile cargo into a warm, welcoming body like the one he was currently about to sink himself into.

Just a few more moments of anticipation. No matter how good his orgasm would be when he gave the bat every drop of his cum, it wouldn't be as good as the teasing leading up to it. He tugged the leash again, choking out Samael's moans, and nudged his stiff shaft against the bat's folds. He slapped Sam's thrumming, stiff clit with the tip, growling with pleasure as it made Sam moan out in turn. For a brief moment, he grinded against him, cock slipping along the groove rather than immediately taking him.

Yet, those desires, those urges, could not be denied for long.

"Ready?" he asked, but it was rhetorical. He wasn't going anywhere until Samael was sloppy and dripping with his seed. Sam could barely muster an answer anyway; no matter how he tried, all that came out was a stuttering, needy moan.

Hadn't he started this evening not wanting to get pregnant? And yet, here he was, begging to be creamed at the worst possible time. Even a spurt of precum might be enough to fertilize him, and he wasn't protesting when he felt that wetness splashing just against his entrance. In fact, it only made him more desperate for the full load simmering in the wolf's balls.

The strangest thing was how relaxed he felt, despite it all. He could scarcely even find the energy to move. It was the most natural thing in the world, his body submitting fully to the werewolf's mastery over it. He was floating on that hazy arousal brought on by a slight overdose of fertility pills, ready to let himself get well and truly knocked up.

One final spark of a hesitation somehow flared inside him. The absurdity of the moment seemed obvious, as did the fact that he was being taken advantage of.

Then, Talin gave a firm thrust of his hips, that burning hot length speared into him slickly, meeting no resistance, and Samael was gone. The instant heated canine cockflesh slipped into his thirsty pussy, he went from relaxed to_singing_ out his pleasure, screaming and whimpering with dissolute joy as he felt that dangerous length push deeper, deeper, seemingly all the way into his very core. Sam could imagine it, that cumslit at the tip pointing right at his cervix angrily, and already he was picturing Talin's cock swelling, seeing before his mind's eye an internal view of his womb being pressure-fed the thick, potent seed it craved. That need was emphasized when he felt the werewolf's balls slap against his clit, like some kind of very physical promise.

He wouldn't be leaving here without another life growing inside his belly, and at this point, he wanted it more than anything. The next morning, it might feel like less of a good idea, but there was only so much resistance he could put up against that burning, yearning need.

"There you go. Taking it all like a good boy. Now to- grrf- give you a healthy litter," Talin snarled, and began to thrust. Slowly, at first. Samael wasn't going anywhere, so he took his time, enjoying the feeling of his snug, spasming sex squeezing tightly around his shaft.

The words weren't registering for Samael, not really. He was reacting to them with moans and shivers, but his conscious mind never really noticed what was actually being said. Instead, the poor bat was entirely focused on the slickness between his legs, of the wolf's engorged shaft sliding in and out, and the wonderful friction it caused. His toes were curling with pleasure. Again, that mental image flashed by, of a bare and dangerous cock buried inside him, teetering just on the edge of a climax and the following unavoidable consequences. The moment it first throbbed, it'd be too late, but at the same time, it couldn't happen too soon. Samael was so hot he was seeing stars, vision dim and unfocused, body temperature dangerously high. The realization that he might need to go to the hospital unless his body got what it needed and calmed down was there, but hazy.

Luckily, with the state they were both in, it didn't take long for the wolf to cum, at least not the very first time. With a growl, Talin locked his jaws around Samael's scruff, biting down hard. Not hard enough to draw blood, but certainly hard enough to feel. Sam knew what it meant, of course, and he rejoiced the impending inevitability. Half-consciously he craned his neck to give Talin better access to hold him in place with that mating bite, just like a big, dominant wolf was meant to.

It was an almost spiritual experience for Samael, feeling Talin's thrusts grow as feverish as the heat wracking his body, his grip turning white-knuckle tight around his hips, the sensation of being stretched even wider as his cock lurched and swelled, the wolf's saliva soaking into his neck where he held the mating bite, and the incredible pressure of his knot pressing insistently against his folds.

And then, with a wet slurp, it popped inside him, ensuring that Talin wouldn't be pulling out before Samael was assuredly already pregnant. There was nowhere for that flood of wonderful seed to go now, except where it belonged. Where Sam _needed_it.

The thought was oddly peaceful, like he was hovering in the eye of the storm for a moment, rather than on a half-clean motel sofa. And then he felt it, as soothing as the first drops of rain after a drought, but must stickier, warmer, and more likely to make his belly swell. The first rope of cum erupted so hard that Sam felt it_tickle_ his cervix, followed by an immense sense of pressure deep inside him. One that suddenly was relieved something gave. He vaguely realized that his womb must've swallowed a healthy gulp of the werewolf's cum.

Sam squeezed his eyes shut, awaiting the rush of a sated heat. It didn't take long. The moment his body knew it'd been successfully mated and bred, it rewarded him. The relief was, as always, immense and contradictory both at once. A cooling wave that soothed his inflamed mind, a sense of utter, wonderful contentment and happiness for letting it happen, and at the same time, fiery hot spasming ecstasy as he came around Talin's cock, fully and finally surrendering to the tension that'd been building all that time. Over and over his inner walls clamped down around his length, caressing it, thanking it for filling him with what his glowing pussy needed, and at the same time, his juices gushed over the wolf's groin, soaking him even more thoroughly. Normally, the bat was sometimes a little self-conscious about how wet he got. Not so now. Nothing mattered except that glorious, heavenly climax. Not the hotel sofa, not his modesty, not that they'd both need an hour-long shover to scrub his scent off each other. Nothing except those strong spurts of seed inside him, filling his womb, hopefully fertilizing him.

At the same time, Talin was panting. He couldn't remember cumming quite so hard in ages, but knowing that he was finally planting his seed in someone so fertile and receptive - almost guaranteed to get the bat's belly to swell into a proud dome of pregnancy - made him give it his all. At least five heavy, thick spurts before his release slowed to gushes, and then to weak, watery squirts that'd continue as long as they tied, each equally likely to contain the lucky swimmers that found the bat's eggs.

He only managed to not collapse because he realized he might squish Sam beneath his bulk. Instead, he propped himself up on his elbows, body shaking all over. Though his climax was ebbing, it'd keep feeling fantastic for a while yet. On impulse, though, he hoisted the bat's hips a little higher, managing to reach his belly to feel the heat within. It was already bulging, ever so slightly, from the sheer volume of cum he'd given him. Then, he realized his teeth were still on Samael's neck, his jaws still clenched as if some primitive part of him was worried that his new mate would run away.

Since that clearly wasn't going to happen, with his bitch happily accepting every drop of seed, he let go, leaving the bat's scruff soaked with his drool. They laid there, peacefully, for a few moments, until Talin had regained enough energy to pick Samael, slowly turn him around - his knotted sex luckily slick enough with cum to allow it - and rest the bat on his chest instead, while he laid back on the sofa. Yes, the sofa was sticky now, but he'd need a shower anyway. Probably more than one.

This way, though, he got to feel the bat's belly pressed against his own. He did feel very full, and knowing what he was full of made the werewolf feel both proud and possessive. Though Sam was in no state to really register it, Talin kept grooming him regardless, smoothing out frazzled fur with his tongue, planting little kisses along his slender muzzle - which somehow still tasted a little like the fruit cocktails he'd had - and rubbed his body, hopefully preventing it from aching too badly in the morning.

"Such a good bitch you are. A very, very good bitch..." he murmured, even if he could tell Sam wasn't listening. "So eager to get yourself bred, rrf. I'll take good care of you while you carry my litter for me. And then, I'll put another one in you," he added. It was really, more than anything, him taking to himself, and he did mean it. Even if this first encounter had been dubious, he had no doubt that Sam would want it again and again after he'd experienced being pregnant for the first time. At least, he figured it was the first time... and regardless, he had a whole stockpile of those pills.

Every now and then, his cock twitched weakly, still buried deep inside Sam's body, adding another little spurt of watery seed to his already well-filled womb. His knot didn't feel like it was going to shrink at all, though. That always happened when he was in a rut, sometimes staying knotted for over an hour, and then wanting to go again.

Soon enough, Sam was asleep on top of him, snoring cutely with his face half-buried in the wolf's chestfur. That frenzied expression of breeding lust had softened into one of relaxed satisfaction, the flushed glow of a bitch, properly bred. A look that Talin would never grow tired of.

While he wouldn't grow tired of looking at his undoubtedly newly pregnant lover, he was starting to grow tired in general. Might as well nap, he figured, closing his eyes, and before he knew it, he was out like a light.

With his cock buried inside that wonderful pussy, though, his night was filled with erotic dreams. Every now and then he'd lazily start grinding and humping into that wet, heated bliss, only to cum again, plastering Sam's womb with even more cum. Come morning, Sam would probably look a month pregnant already, even if their offspring had only been growing inside him for a day.

The best part was that their natural high had no hangover. So they could do it again and again, until one day Samael woke up a little nauseous and got a test. Talin had, after all, rented the motel room for a few weeks...