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A Dragon Envenomed

Part 3

For TeryxC

By Draconicon

He thought that his life would be relatively normal after V got his food and they had their flight. He thought that he would be back to having the little guy in a jar, and that maybe, maybe, he would just have a few flights from time to time, enjoying the sky and the pleasure of being milked of everything in his balls. That would have been a tolerable, if very strange, sort of life, but Teryx would have accepted that.

Nope.

He was wearing a long-sleeve, buttoned-up shirt and a long pair of jeans as he walked down the street, and he was panting whenever he could get away with it. The dragon's tail flicked back and forth behind him, and his shoulders and back felt compressed and tight. Everything was tight, everything was half-restrained from the goo that ran across hid body everywhere below his neck, and particularly -

"Nnngh..."

Teryx tightened his grip around the grocery bags as he felt the familiar tugging, teasing, buzzing around his cock. Despite the fact that it was bent down, curled around his balls and kept from getting hard, he could still drip away, and the little tendril down his urethra sucked up every drop that came free. He huffed under his breath again, shaking as he took deep breaths, forcing himself to stand up straight and not curl forward the way that he wanted to.

Don't make it too obvious, don't make it too obvious...

"You okay, man?"

"Mmm-hmm," Teryx grunted, forcing a smile at the fox passing by. "Just a bit heavy today."

"Uh..."

"Thanks for asking."

He moved on before the compassionate stranger could have a chance to glance at what he was carrying. Not the time, not the place, not the sort of thing that he could deal with right then. Better to keep on moving and keep on trucking along before someone realized that the weight wasn't the problem.

Could you not? Could you not? Could you fucking not?

Apparently, V very much could.

As soon as he stopped at a red light, he felt the tendril down his cock buzz. Teryx clenched his jaw so tight that he was half-sure that a tooth was going to crack from the pressure, but he kept the whimper-moan that was wanting to come out from getting past his teeth. His toes curled against the ground, and his hands shook almost as much as that tendril did.

You bastard...you fucking bastard...

The vibration grew stronger and stronger, and so did the pulses coming through the plug in his ass. The goo plug had grown nearly to the size of his fist, keeping his ass constantly teased, filled, stretched. Every step was a reminder of the pleasure that he was supposed to be feeling, and it meant that the constant barrage of stimulation to his prostate kept him dripping almost twenty-four/seven. The only thing that kept him from being soaked from crotch to toes was the goo around his middle.

Mmmph...hmmph...

The light changed, and he all but ran across the street. It meant that the plug under his tail affected him all the more, but the longer that he stayed in public, the worse this was going to get. He had to get back to the apartment, and he had to get back there now.

He ran, all but leaping over the little barrier between the sidewalk and the front of the apartment building. Someone was already leaving and Teryx jammed his tail between the closing door and the doorframe. Muttering a quick 'excuse me,' he ran up the stairs three by three, leaping from landing to the next flight and then doing the same with each corner on the way up.

Buzz.

Buzz.

He was sweating bullets as he hit the top floor and ran for his door, shoving the grocery bags into one hand and fumbling in his pocket for the keys. They almost fell to the ground, leaving him doing a stumbling dance to catch them and avoid running back for them. He snagged them, unlocked the door, and all but threw the groceries inside before going in after them. The dragon slammed the door behind him and slumped to his knees.

"You...bastard..."

V grew a head out of his chest, all but bursting some of the bottoms before narrowing the 'neck' that was underneath the face. It was more or less a copy of Teryx's own, but painted with an expression of confusion through the black ooze. The blue dragon slumped forward, barely supporting himself with one arm as the pleasure continued to rise.

"In public...do you have to...do it...in public?"

There was no clear answer from V; there never was unless they were completely connected with the tendrils inside his ears and touching his brain. But the pleasure did slack off slightly. Not completely, but enough for him to get his legs under him again and get back to his feet. His knees still knocked together, though, and when he reached to his crotch once more, it was still impossible to feel his cock through the layers of goo down there.

He forced himself to just keep walking, picking up the bags of groceries and carrying them to the kitchen. The head rolled around, and he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.

The black ooze that was V's body had grown over the past week. Each little pulse of pre-cum seemed to feed the alien, and that meant that it spread the ooze more strongly across his body. More than that, the black ooze had...added to him. Not just in sheer bulk, but in thickness in different places.

He could feel it, too, mostly in his pants where his ass filled up the back of his jeans far more than it used to. His cheeks burned every time that he took too big a step, because he could feel the wiggle-jiggle that it made, and it was impossible to ignore.

"You just can't leave well enough alone. Just...let me have some quiet, huh?" Teryx asked as V's head floated around his shoulder, then out his back, then over the other shoulder. "Or turn off the vibration for just - oof."

V did it, too, right then. It was almost like going numb after having them running so high for so long. He slumped against the kitchen island, huffing and puffing as he worked to catch his breath.

"I didn't mean now!" he muttered. "God..."

V's head cocked to the side, and Teryx sighed.

"Nevermind. Just...just let me have a few minutes to breathe."

The last week had been heaven and hell at the same time. The constant stimulation had been pleasant, at first, but there was no break from it, and more than that, no relief. The constant buzzing had been intense enough, but the fact that he was never allowed to cum? That had been the kicker.

He grunted as he felt his balls swelling, churning. He wasn't sure if that was due to V or the fact that he had been avoiding thinking of them for a little while. Either way, it was enough to make him shiver again, his legs shaking and his knees coming close to knocking.

No, no, no. He wouldn't just slump. He'd stay upright. He could do that.

Putting everything away, he focused on just moving, walking from one point in the kitchen to another. Veggies went there. Meat went there. Root vegetables went there. One thing for every new spot. As long as he kept focused on a task, he could ignore either the buzzing or the emptiness that was filling him now.

Even with the plug still in his ass, not having it vibrate meant that it didn't feel quite as big, nor quite as satisfying. The dragon did his best not to think too hard about that; the last thing that he needed was to start feeling addicted to the pleasures that the alien was giving him, and that -

The tube rubbed at his ear. He jumped, banging his head on the inside of the fridge.

"Nnngh! Dammit..."

He rubbed the top of his head as the tentacle pushed into his ear-hole. The familiar slick, squelching feeling of it burrowing deep inside was no different than it usually was, and it was one more thing to draw a little juice out of his cock. Again, it was something that he tried not to think about too hard.

They made connection.

What's wrong?

"I'm tired. Just...really tired."

But this is good.

"For you, maybe. I'm drained. I'm not getting any sleep, and I'm just not...I'm not feeling good. I need...I need a break."

What followed was less of a thought or words, and more a series of images. V showed him different heroes, big, buff men that flew or hopped or traveled through the city. It showed him the various ways that they showed off during their patrols, how they were big and powerful, how their bodies were all but completely displayed due to the latex that covered them and the tight suits that made them look all the sexier. He blushed a bit to himself, only to have the ooze around his crotch rub around his cock more definitively.

Show off more tonight?

"Does it have to be tonight?" he asked, leaning against the countertop as he imagined the wings ripping out of his back again, and the stars overhead, and the feeling of the wind rushing against his goo-covered body. "Mmmmph...maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea..."

Good times. Show how much bigger, stronger we are.

We are. That was something else that had taken him a while to get used to; ever since the merging the first time, it had been less a 'he' and 'it' and more of a 'they' and 'we.' The fact that they barely knew each other outside the merging and the sex didn't matter; in some ways, that not-knowing made so many things that much more intense, in a very strange way.

Not that Teryx had had a very easy time getting used to it. V had a hunger that never seemed to go away, and that hunger was specifically for cum and pre-cum. The latter had been the diet of choice for the last week, too, and his balls felt like they were fit to burst with the constant edging and milking of the other fluid. He shook his head as he looked down at himself.

"Do I...really look better?"

Mirror?

Going along with the alien's recommendation, he followed the hallway out of the kitchen and down to the bathroom. A floor-length mirror awaited them, and he turned to face it, shirt off and jeans on.

Teryx tuned, posing in profile and then straight-on. Despite the thickness in his tail that hadn't been there before and the greater roundness of his rump, he had to admit that the muscles he'd put on were definitely an improvement. The thickness back there did imply that there was some...bottom-tendencies that others would take advantage of, but the muscles kept most of the assholes at bay.

Or would do, if he showed either of them off.

"Can you hide yourself better?" he asked.

Why?

"I'd like to wear something that's not making me sweat my tail off," he said, gesturing to the pants. "I mean, it's not bad now, but when summer hits, the long-sleeve shirts and everything else are going to be hard to deal with."

V seemed to consider for a moment. The black ooze along his chest slowly changed color, and to his surprise, it quickly molded to something almost like his own scale color. Almost; it wasn't quite perfect, by any means, but it was something that might just pass for real scales at a distance, or if the other person wasn't looking too closely. He ran his hands over his arms, feeling them, testing them.

Close?

"Close," Teryx admitted, shaking his head. "But...not quite."

Trying.

"Yeah, I...I know."

It was hard to be upset with V for long. There was something of a hopeless gentleness to the little guy - though he wasn't exactly little anymore, he supposed - and he didn't like it when he got the wrong end of the stick and started making the goo-creature start shrinking back or feel sad. Part of it was the fact that, when they were melded, he had to live through it all over again from the other side, but part of it was the fact that V was still just a cute little thing. For all that it had taken over his body in some ways, he still liked it and found it adorable the way that it kept trying to make him feel good.

V turned him around this time, back to the mirror, and slowly inched their jeans down. It took some time and effort to do it carefully, of course; he had recently been blessed with a good bit more 'cake' than he'd previously had. The big blue butt cheeks were quite hard to miss, and he blushed as he rubbed them. The blue turned to black again with some pressure, and he bit his lips at how oddly sensual that looked.

Good?

"It's...okay."

He shook his head, only to hiss as the goo creature pulled at the plug back there. He had to hold up his hand and stop it before it could go too far.

"Not...not like that."

Okay, okay.

"Thanks...thanks."

He breathed slowly, getting used to the feeling of having someone else being able to drive his body at a moment's notice. Thankfully, it had only happened in public a couple of times - when V had been curious, mostly, or thought that there was a threat coming and intercepted it - but it still shocked him when it happened. In private, it was a little more relaxed, but having V be so interested in his ass? Well...that took some getting used to. Even with a plug back there, having his own hands go back and fondle his rump was sometimes more than he could handle, more than he was ready for.

Tonight? V asked again.

"...Okay. Okay, we'll do another 'patrol' tonight."

V was happy to hear that, sprouting a second head out of Teryx's other shoulder in a makeshift cheer. It was silent, of course; the heads of the little goo creature couldn't actually make sound on their own, just imitate the motions of others speaking. He smiled, shaking his head as he stepped back from the mirror.

The jeans came off, of course, and the sight of the perpetual nulge between his legs was another remind of something that he had 'lost' to the ooze. His gooey companion hadn't let that loose for a week, and he wasn't even sure what happened to his urine when that had to come out. All he knew was that V handled it, somehow, and he never even noticed where it went.

Nor did he get the chance to cum or play with it. He shook his head as he walked to the bigger window, the one in the living room that was a little easier to leave through instead of the bedroom one. His back was already creaking as he walked 'naked' toward it, feeling the wings that always came out for this throbbing back there.

V was creating the usual hood-head, and he knew that would come with a second connection in his other earhole. They'd be back to being one, being we and they rather than he and it. Teryx braced himself for it as he opened the window, feeling it creeping along the back of his head.

It slid on with ease, and he groaned under his breath as it settled over his scales. The second tendril slid into his head, touching his brain, and then they were joined.

Teryx, V, and the thing that they were together opened the window. Their wings unfolded with practiced ease, no longer ripped from his spine, but allowed out as the goo creature had figured out how to do them properly. They fanned out, and they flapped to the sky. Up, up, up into the sunset, where they would wait until night fell.

#

They enjoyed being together like this. The feeling of being all but naked in V's goo-flesh was an oddly exhibitionistic thrill. They were exposed, though not lewd. They were aroused, but not flaunting it in the same way. Instead, they flew from place to place, allowing the eyes of those that spotted them from the streets to enjoy their body.

The bubbling excitement of Teryx and the childish joy of V mixed together to form something very akin to a giddy little man on his first high, someone that wasn't thinking clearly, but was having a very good time. They flew towards the stars, spread their wings, and glided across the city, only to dive towards the streets and pull up at the last second with a laugh that lasted far too long.

Adrenaline.

Happiness.

Arousal.

Thrills.

They all hit again and again, and they were flying high on it, thinking of nothing but that next hit of amazing stimulation.

_It would be amazing to be a real hero.

Then why not?

We don't have powers.

We have this._

It was even hard to tell who was thinking at a given point when they were melded like this. They were still capable of splitting their thoughts like that, but who said what? Who wanted what? It was impossible to tell, only that one half was talking to the other, and that they were thinking about it.

_It's not a power.

It is still something.

But is it super?

Can normal people do this?_

Was it Teryx trying to hold back? Or was V more just thinking of itself as normal? Or was it something else?

They flew, talking, considering, and forgetting, and as they flew, they felt more and more the urge to do something. The hunger to be like the superheroes that they were dressed like, to feel super, to have that admiration and power and...and prestige was so tempting.

They wanted it badly, but at the same time, they didn't know how they were going to do it. They would have to figure it out.

They landed on a rooftop, one that overlooked a bank. As they walked to the edge of the roof, sitting down, they couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if they did have to stop a criminal. Considering the sheer power that they had now, with wings and strength that put even someone like Skybound to shame, it wouldn't be hard to fight someone and beat them up. But what if they decided to fight back?

Well, that was something that they could handle, too. All the growth that V had managed over the course of the last week meant that they were armor-plated, basically. All the ooze had layered over itself again and again, and the muscles that they had were more than just there for power. They could knock down just about anything in their path if they really had to, and take hits that would knock most others off their feet.

_Fighting would...be doable.

And we could look good.

Get the eyes on us.

Enjoy ourselves.

Maybe get some fans.

And those fans in bed._

That was a thought. They both blushed a bit at the idea, but both of them felt their cock stir in the nulge. There was something to it that really appealed to both of them. Maybe -

One half noticed something coming, and it reacted before the other half realized there was any need. One hand shot up, catching a bola coming right for their neck, and as it spun around their wrist, the black-goo dragon turned slowly towards its source.

A dolphin stood on the other side of the rooftop, dressed in a leather jacket and leather pants, with four different belts and bandoliers of different gadgets wrapped around him. He wasn't particularly large, coming up perhaps to Teryx's chin, and he wasn't particularly muscular, either.

_Gadgeteer.

No powers.

Why attack us?_

The dolphin answered that for them.

"Evil beware, for Darksteel is here to take you down!"

They didn't have a chance to protest the dolphin's assumption. No sooner had he spoken up than he pressed a button on his wrist, and six drones appeared out of nowhere. They must have been cloaked with some more advanced tech, but that didn't stop them from being a threat.

The half-dozen metal balls flew at them, and the goo-sheathed dragon flew.

As they dodged left and right in the air, flying around one ball and into another, up and over one and under a third, they studied the patterns of attack. Nets and pincers lunged for them, flying around them and trying to bring them down, but they weren't fast enough. Not for them.

And the drones weren't strong enough to hold up to a blow, either.

CRACK!

One went down from a single punch, and the others broke pattern after that. The dragon chased them, corralling them with ease, and one after another, the metal balls shattered beneath their claws. Some were crushed, others punched, and the last two were battered against each other, all but exploding from the impact before they were dropped.

The dolphin stared, his mouth agape. Before the dragon could say anything, Darksteel grabbed something from his belt - some sort of stun-stick, by the looks of it - and charged across the rooftop.

One half of the goo dragon wanted to block him and talked to him. The other wanted to remove the threat.

The latter half won.

The dolphin coughed as they throat-checked him with a single stiff-fingered blow, falling forward and losing his grip on the stun-stick. They kicked the weapon away, then leaned down, wrapping their hand around the dolphin's head. The goo ran down their arm, covering the other man's face. A short struggle faded into stillness, then limpness, and it was only when the dolphin was completely unconscious that the dragon pulled their hand back.

It was a moment of shock for host and for its goo companion. The fact that they were able to fight like that, not only against the drones but against the dolphin himself, had come as a shock. They knew that they could do things, but to do it so well - and to have that other power, to make different goo shapes around others they touched - was new knowledge. They could use that as a hero. They could -

They could -

Their eyes dropped down to Darksteel's unconscious body. The dolphin had fallen hard, head down, but ass up. On second glance, it was a very...shapely ass. One that had a good bit of muscle to it, and yet, popped in the way of a good twink at the gym. And it had been so long...

It was a decision, though they were so close it was hard to know which half made the decision. Their cock, so long restrained, emerged.

It was like pushing it through an ooze itself, rising up from something deep, dark, and messy, a muck that restrained it and held it below the surface. They growled as it emerged, not pink, but dark as they were, black as sin, and dripping with an ooze that was most definitely not natural.

They were conflicted, but not overly so as they knelt down behind the hero. They ripped his costume and spread his cheeks, looking at that pucker between the gray flesh. It was bright and beautiful, enticing and more than tight enough for their purposes.

_Should we?

Why not?

Why not?

Let's do it._

Who said it? They didn't know, but the decision was made. Their cock, flesh and ooze together, pressed between the dolphin's cheeks. It was smooth, almost too smooth, and sweaty and warm from the long night on patrol. They could have just enjoyed thrusting between the cheeks for who knew how long, but their urges, their desires, were too strong for either of them to fully contain.

They leaned forward over the unconscious male, grinding up to his pucker, feeling the flesh giving slightly around their cock. They pushed against it, feeling the resistance pulling at the ooze layer. A little break, then they pushed again, again, each time feeling it lessen, each time pumping out more and more slippery slime of their own, and then -

Squelch.

They were in.

It was impossible to tell if they were keeping their same size as they humped away. They were growing, shrinking, their control of their body not entirely right. Their cock was large, small, large, small, shrinking and growing as they took their pleasure from the unconscious superhero. They rammed in, feeling the tight hole compressing their cock at the rim, only to thicken as they went in deeper.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

They panted, growling, huffing to themselves as they humped away. The feeling of that pucker, the tightness of real sex, was intoxicating to the both of them. Fuck, fuck, fuck the hero, fuck the person that tried to hurt them, fuck the one that thought that they were a villain. Punish the bad guys, punish them.

Their mind went wild as they imagined running down villains and pinning them to the ground, not capturing them but fucking them. Their big dick, their throbbing black ooze between their legs, would teach them a lesson. Fuck them, leave a portion behind, torment them with pleasure whenever they thought they might get away with something. Grow stronger with each new fallen foe. They would be a hero that the bad guys would fear, and that everyone would crave to serve for the night.

In, out, in, out, faster and harder, their needs climbing, the week of edging taking its toll on the both of them. They were right on the edge already, neither thinking clearly, both needing the release. That hole, that hole, that was all that mattered. Who it was attached to was immaterial. They just needed to cum.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

And then they stayed there, their hips going still as they finally came. A week of torment, a week of teasing, and now, they were cumming it all out. Teryx and V alike groaned in relief, and the utter release of their seed - white and black and all kinds of mixed goo - brought them down from that ledge of utter desperation that all the teasing had left them on. Pulse, pulse, pulse; they could both feel it, almost like each blast was another release of pent-up irritation, frustration, and even anger.

Soon, it was gone. It was done.

They pulled back, dripping still, and the reality of the situation came crashing down on them. Teryx and V stared at the mess, at the oozing black and white coming from the dolphin's ass, and there was a split. A sharp one.

"Nnnngh!"

Teryx's scream came out of one side of his mouth, one wing flapping, one arm flailing in utter shock and horror at what he had done. What they had done. He stepped back while V tried to step forward, their synchronicity destroyed. They fought each other, tumbling, falling to the rooftop, and they crawled one way, then the other, each one vying for some solution or other to what they had done.

_You!

Me?! You!

YOU!_

They argued, screaming in their head, individuality and unity rising and falling by turns. They fought to keep together, then would push each other away as the pain and realization of what they did grew. Together, apart, together, apart.

Together. They had to fly, had to get away before anyone found them here and realized that they were the one responsible for taking down a hero. Whatever else they did, they had to get out before someone found out about that and tried to label them a villain. They were so warped, so different, so alien now that the tests on DNA probably wouldn't reveal anything in the database, but they had to get out now.

They worked together again, their wings flapping desperately, and they flew fast towards the edge of the city. Neither of them had consciously picked a direction, but both of them were well aware that they were going to the one place that they would be safe for a little while.

#

They came crashing down together, much like the rock from space had done almost two weeks ago. Screaming in their shared head, they rolled and spun as their wings finally stopped working together. They skimmed the tops of trees, glancing off some and breaking the branches of others. Only the hard skin of V's body kept them from breaking bones in the process, and they could still feel every impact.

They crashed through the trunk of a smaller tree, bouncing off-course. They missed the crater impact and hit the ground nearly twenty feet away, digging a trench in the earth that ran for twenty, thirty, forty feet before finally coming to a stop. And as they came to a stop, they just laid there, panting, too emotion and too tired to think-talk at each other anymore.

They laid there for a time, attempting to recover. One side would reach out with an attempt to try and fix things and the other would shove them away. Then they would swap sides, the other half trying the same thing only to be pushed away in turn from the hurt the first had taken. Their anger rose and fell, replaced with guilt, shame, and so many other feelings all at once.

They were slowly splitting, and as they did, there was a gap in the goo dragon. It opened, barely there, something that could only have come from their minds forcing each other apart, and even then, it was a small gap, no more than an inch across at the top of the left pectoral.

Teryx felt it and lunged for it. He sank his claws through it and pulled, ripping it further open. V screamed in their head, the goo dragon fighting him, trying to stop him with his other arm, but Teryx had a death grip on the goo and kept pulling, pulling, pulling. He dragged it down, forcing V to either start opening up or to rip apart. He gritted the teeth on his half of his face, still not sure who was the guilty party, but unable to stay close to V any longer. He couldn't bear it. He couldn't.

And little by little, the ooze started to peel away, revealing once more the light and dark blue scales that had been hidden beneath. Teryx bit back a scream as he kept pulling; one way or another, V was coming off.

The End

Summary: Teryx has been edged for a long time now, and is starting to lose his mind. He gets a break, but is it worth it?

Tags: M/M, M/Symbiote, Superhero, Unconscious Sex, Regretting It, Anal, Cock Emerges, Edging, Teasing, Anal Plug, Series, Dragon, Dolphin, Cute, Cum, Orgasm, Angst, Chastity,